The japanese god turned hyperactive schoolboy sat up straight as something crackled down his back and he squeaked, flailing an arm until he managed to get it down the back of his shirt and rescue the little bag. He studied it, grinned, opened it and emptied half the contents into his mouth in time to 'eek' as Rave's little hands dug into his back but pushed him on the swing. "Look out!" he cried gleefully as he swung back and missed smacking into her, trying to hold the bag out to her for her to take.