Ango wraps his arms protectively around his hoard and pulls it closer to himself. "Hell no, I got the last sakura mochi! It's mine!"

Sakura mochi always sells out first at a flower-viewing party. Who can resist delicate pink rice dough, wrapped around a core of delectably sweet bean paste, wrapped in a salted cherry leaf? The gooey center, the melt-in-your-mouth sweetness, the subtle hint of salt that makes it go so well with beer... it's his, damn it!

But then Ango notices the little girl playing in the trees nearby... and with a sigh, he hands over the mochi in its plastic box. "Figures I'd get busted by the Snack Police... you'd better give this to a kid. If I catch you eating it yourself, you donut-munching cop bastard, I'll kick your ass."