"Aw, I'd love an apple, little guy," Buck grins, swinging by the food stalls between shows in the hopes of a snack, antlered hat and all, taking advantage of a lull in the rain. "Hajime, hey, this ain't an apple you're intending on using for something, right?" Because he's known Ryo to offer ingredients other people were planning on using before. He's a sweet kid, but sometimes a little too generous.