[Why does one do anything, Yasha? This world is filled with mysteries and life is short, so why question the raccoon to her side, who seems well practiced in this pocket filling area? It's fine. So fine, in fact, she doesn't know what Yasha's referring to right away.

She stares at her candy filled hands, down to her crammed pockets and then up at her face.]

I'm saving it. That's what you do. You keep it and hide it and eat it when your stomach growls a lot.

[There's a small pause as Ren scans her, looking for something, only asking when it's not readily apparent.]

Where's your favorite pocket?