Shuffling through his bag, the food supply that was always filled to more than a certain size was now frozen into one piece. Nowhere in that piece remained essential food.
At the Morata Festival, he could only spend it all on villagers eating and drinking in large quantities.
Fortunately, the alcohol bottles were still there.
Before leaving the Yurokina Mountains, he plucked and immersed the wild grapes in them!
Sitting there, it silently ripened.
But Weed shook his head.