"I guess so. Do they add water...?" He opened a bag and stuck his hand inside, pulling some out for a sniff. It had a vague odor rather like chicken stock, but not much else going for it.

He licked. Crunch crunch. "No flavor..."

Kanji then scowled, considering before he poured more into his hand. There was a ton in here, and he'll just pay this person back. Yet nothing rang alarm bells in his mind: The smells of anyone living here wasn't... 'fresh', if that made sense.

"May as well take up on the good luck, yeah?"