Although Appletun are edible, and the lucky witnesses to their taste invariably describe them as delicious, one must be careful when coming across them in the wild – for whoever does is far more likely to be eaten than to eat. These slow and heavy pokemon developed their notorious taste as a trap, preferring to use their prey's appetites as a lure to the effort of hunting (those Applin who felt otherwise, of course, became Flapple); were they easily slain and devoured, they would not live centuries-long lives.

There is an ancient custom in lands surrounding Appletun's habitat, where, once the harvest is completed, the bravest men of the village would venture into the wilderness, to return (if they managed to do so) with a carcass fit for a feast. Or at least, that's how the story goes. In reality, Appletun are elusive, dangerous, and not easily slain; most encounters end with a pie made of loose nectar and either the remnants of an Appletun's attack or, at best, its apple helmet pried off to serve as a centerpiece. At times, the village braves are not so brave, or the Appletun are scarce, and substitute apples and baked grains for an actual Appletun. Yet the wilderness where Appletun live is dangerous, and the casualties real; some, it is thought, consider a warrior (spear and all) or domestic pokemon a fair trade for their apples and nectar.

Appletun are distantly related to Bulbasaur, and similar legends abound on what happens should a single person manage to consume one entirely. Yet there are no known immortals in Galar, for even if the legend is true, a single Appletun's size far eclipses the limits of human metabolism and spoils too quickly to be finished over months, even with the aid of modern refrigeration.