[It's almost like...Walking with a friend and her very enthusiastic and hungry kid, really. Kind of reminiscent of his younger days, trying to drag Bontenmaru from the food stalls so he'd come in and do his schooling (except he wasn't as hot as Fatima as a punkass kid, though Bontenmaru...On par with Josie for cuteness.)

He snorts softly and reaches into his yukata for that coin purse of his, gently jostling the fish sack a little, and pulling it out! It's getting lighter, but...He'll farm. It's okay. It's fine.]

Festivals are a time for celebration and excess, are they not? A time to be alive and enjoy yourself...So! Mr. Vendor, seven rib racks please. My treat. [KOJURO DUDE THAT'S PRICEY...RIP his bank account. At least he's a damn fine farmer, but still. Whew.]