Sparkle could live with spelling errors. Seriously, so long as it was at least vaguely phonetic and he could make out important words like 'soup' and 'sandwich' and 'already dead so you don't have to try to bludgeon it to death with the salt shaker before eating it,' he'd be happy.

And yeah, he didn't even bother to hide the little grin he got on his face when he looked at the menu and realized that he wasn't totally illiterate in this place. No 'um, that's a snappy crocodile, not a letter of the alphabet' blank staring for Sparkle today!

"Definitely six," he decreed. "With enough left over for the littlest to come back for seconds. So, what's good in this place?"

He was going to go out on a limb and guess that it was probably the nerf.