“What is that?”

You looked up from where you were seated in the library, a box of pocky sitting beside the pile of books you were studying.

When you had found out Pocky didn’t really exist in this world, at least not the same as in yours, you brought the Problem to Sam. Now, there was no way there was gonna be ANYTHING out of stock in his shop, so he made it exactly as you described.

This brings you to the present. Pocky wasn’t known in this world, so it was no surprise Jamil or anyone else would question what it was. That’s when the idea struck you. He didn’t know about the snack, so he didn’t know about the game either.

You offered a piece to him before explaining there was a game that went with it. No, you didn’t explain exactly what the game involved, but you’d get there.

Curiosity overtook his need to be cautious and he agreed.

“Fine. If you’re consuming it I suppose it isn’t poisoned. What’s the game?”