Sitting there as he brought his gaze down, he was suddenly greeted by a small, beige-furred capuchin offering him a cup of some kind of freshly-brewed, hot liquid and a triangular pastry.
"For me?" He asked, pointing to himself.
The capuchin silently nodded, handing the wooden cup to him along with the pastry wrapped in a leaf-made wrap.
"Thanks," he smiled a bit.
He didn't know exactly what it was, but the emptiness of his stomach and the dryness of his mouth removed any pickiness from him.
"It's monmon bread, made from sweet wheat," the elder orangutan informed him.
He nodded, looking at the pastry before taking a bite out of it, "...Tasty!"
Though his compliment came from a full mouth, both Momo and Rohan smiled at his satisfaction.
Washing down the bread, he took a gulp of the warm, surprisingly sweet liquid.
"What's this?" He asked.
"Tea made from pika leaves, very tasty," Momo informed.
