[He holds the wagashi on his tongue for a moment, watching her, before chewing and swallowing. He's not the type to do anything for a treat, of course, but the flavor isn't the only thing sweet about this moment. He wants to savor it.]

That's not all they say, though. There are all kinds of migratory animals, right? I hear that when they travel, some of them remember the places they found food before and come back to visit.

[He washes the sweetness down with more hot tea.]

You never know. I might pop back up if I ever need to get out of the rain.