[Ryoma would be fine, of course--buying food wasn't that traumatic, no matter how confusing the presentation or the things on offer were. If nothing else, he could return to Ler's temple and attempt to steal into the kitchen without getting press-ganged into making cake, but... Ryoma is normally too stubborn to give up on something, even if it's somewhat ill-advised. The sunk-cost fallacy was gonna get him killed, one of these days.

Re-killed? What was death after death, anyway?

He loses some of the furrow in his brow at the soft voice, half-turning to face Sakura--and immediately going into a polite smile, nodding his head in acknowledgement for the goddess. He remembers her from orientation, from the circling game with the children.]

Something like that. I'm not entirely convinced all of these places are actually selling food, however.

[He'd seen at least three plushies styled after various edible things, and remained mystified as to why. His stomach grumbled, and Ryoma's frown intensified in its wake.]

Am I in your way?