As Gyousou reaches over for a new container, which Roland happily obliges with a careful tilt of his arms to the side, his hand stained with berry juice is cleaned off with a few careful, subtle licks, facing away from his companion so as not to look too rude. His eyes grow wide, somewhat. They tasted sweeter than they were tart. The ripest ones, perfect for the picking, would make fantastic jam.

His Arms Band keeps the rest of the containers tucked away wherever things go when he wills them in there, and he's finally free to switch his berry picking hand to its opposite partner. He's not about to touch fruit with fingers he just finished eating off of. Took a bit more effort to reach for the bushes, but it was nothing too bad.

"Is that right?" Roland remarks, interest perking up audibly. "Sounds like you've got your fair share of stories to tell! Is it alright if I ask how exactly you and Taiki secured your bond as king and kingmaker? Kirin?" He plucks a cluster of berries from their stems, stubbornly hanging from the bush. "Taiki mentioned a pilgrimage, when we spoke on the platform."