He can't help it, he grins. "Depends on who you ask. They're pickled plums. Little ones, about an inch across. Really salty and sour at the same time. You're supposed to have them in little bites with rice, I guess, or that's how Sengoku always had them. I dunno, I just eat 'em out of the box."

They're probably also normally an acquired taste, but maybe his tastebuds are just broken compared to everyone else's. Who knows.