"Only a few days more of dis. I gots to grow up and old, too." Toki said with a one-shouldered shrug as he walked down an aisle to pick up some dry soup stock and noodles. "I turns 50 dis year. Or I should. I thinks. Pretty sure, a'least." He had to stand on his tiptoes to reach another box of bowtie pasta, and he set that into the cart. "Skwisgaar says dat I shouldn't remembers dying at all 'cause I dies about a week after he takes my hair. Sucks dat I don't remembers being dead, seems kinda wasteful of dat experience. A'least I don't got Diabeetles no more. An' I don't gots art-writers, or any'a dat stuff. No smoker lungs, no painful knees, nothin'. I feels as old as I look." He started filling the cart with food that was easy to prepare, and easy to heft. Noodles, beef stock, microwave popcorn, juice mix. Basically anything that he felt he'd eat that wouldn't weigh them down. Then he got to the produce.
"What kinda fruits should I get. Oh wowee!" He bounced over and practically squealed when he saw them. Cloudberries.