“They always find a way.” But now is hardly the time for him to launch right into a lecture about why pears are the Worst Fruit ever. He catches the look of the ghost. Actually, maybe it is. “Their taste is already so mealy - the pears, not the worms. And while I’m all for extra protein, the worms deserve better.”

He shuffles around for an extra mug that he’s brought along with the thermos full of piping hot chocolate. “Wouldn’t you rather have hot chocolate? Or an orange? Full of vitamin C.” He pauses casting a brief glance at Link as if to urge him to try and help him convince the ghost. “Not that you need that.”