"Of course there's grass in it. That's the good stuff. Ain't ya ever made mud mochi? You've gotta mix in grass, and sticks, and rocks, and cicada shells, and dead flowers... You oughta make some mud mochi for your dad - I bet he'd really like to taste your cooking!"

Ango leans back, smile spreading into his own shit-eating grin. Take that, you smug snack-stealing jerk.

"So you're Gratia, huh? I'm Ango. Nice to meet ya."