"Certainly." Ryner could, in fact, sample whichever dumpling—colorful, chewy, and sweet!—caught his eye, however...! "Though in doing so, you would surely inspire the ire of the avatar herself, and if she did not choose to smite you where you stood, she would surely deny you your wish." For dango are sacred, the keystone to a happy kingdom and all bonds in life, and if one were to consume them--... wouldn't that be much too sad a thing to bear? It would be akin to devouring a friend and infringing upon the realm of the Dango God in turn.

With a shake of his head and another breezy laugh, Sion comes to a stop beside the other man, golden eyes seeking out brown as he leans in close, equal parts inquisitive and playfully accusatory when he speaks again, "But... if I did not know better, Ryner, I'd say that you haven't the slightest clue what to wish for, either."

Why else avoid the question, after all?

"Until you make up your mind, shall I carry you along the path? If you weren't preoccupied with being a stick in the mud, I've no doubt that you'd be able to ascertain your heart's desire."