[Somewhere in the room he'd been assigned, Yoshitsugu had found mochi. Three packs, in fact, plenty to be going on with for now. He's walked back out and into the mess hall, taking a seat and getting himself comfortable.]

[It had taken some effort but he's split one of the sweet treats into small portions.]

...have you tried this kind of food before?

[He's looking up, directly addressing the crows. That might be fond amusement in his eyes; his mouth his hidden, so it's impossible to know for sure if he's smiling, but one might bet on it.]

My dear Takatora reminds me of your kind and it's his favourite, so perhaps it will appeal to you too.