[ Gideon requests the Bulbasaur wait a little bit after accepting the food and note. When she finishes reading it, she grabs a paper flyer about a food truck, turns it over, and writes: ]

Fart Father!

Thank you for the food. I am grateful for you (and your food) (and the lack of snow leeks).

Happy Day,
Gideon & signed on behalf of Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Reverend Daughter of Drearburh, Ninth Saint to Bla Bla Bla for I Guess That's My Dad