“I tried playing on a ukulele made of candy,” Frisk informs her gravely. “It didn’t sound so great.”

But it tasted delicious, and there was something to appreciate about the candyfloss strings, the elegantly carved chunk of dark, swirled chocolate with the frets crafted of peppermint. It had been a work of art in and of itself.

But they’re still glad that they still have their own instrument. They sit at attention, legs crossed, looking all the world like a preschooler at story time.