[ Ginger candy's an odd thing to have in store for rations, but Yi Sang's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He unscrews the lid from the jar, shaking one of the pieces out into his palm. He pops it into his mouth, allowing it to rest on his tongue. In truth, he's a bit skeptical about the remedy's effectiveness, but Yi Sang's nevertheless grateful that Rodion thought of him.

He doesn't mind his colleague looking around his room. It's expected, given the fact that he'd invited her in.

Yi Sang shakes his head. ]

No, it appears to possess some properties preventing it from rotting or blooming new life. Whether I eat it or dispose of it, the item returns to its place unfailingly upon reentering the room.

[ Even if Rodion's intent had simply been making light conversation to fill the silence, he finds himself answering anyways. ]

...perhaps it is not a potato at all, merely an item which resembles one. A Sinner's room is a reflection of one's mind. I have discovered that item seems to be prepared similarly to a treat I often shared with my associates in our youth. ...food was occasionally scarce in the Backstreets of S. Corp.

[ And thus, the humble steamed potato was revered as a treat. He pauses for a moment to glance at the work bench where it lies wrapped in its brown paper. ]

You may have it if you are hungry. I find that I lack an appetite in my current condition.

[ He's almost certainly lost most of the contents of his stomach, but he's not so sure he can keep anything down right now.

And though he'd offered that steamed potato to Rodion, Yi Sang also tilts the jar of ginger candies at her to tacitly ask whether she'd like one too. ]