Kakyoin was a traveler. Ever since a young age, his family would bring him with them while they traveled the world. Egypt, Hong Kong... there were many places that the youth had been. In fact, he even recalled recent travels with a group of friends. India, Singapore... the list only grew and grew. Even now, however, Kakyoin could not say that he had ever been to the United States of America.
He was usually open to learning new things, to exploring new cultures and foods. Learning their traditions was something that Kakyoin was always inspired to do, however... he had stumbled upon something that even he, arguably the biggest culture geek on the island, couldn't understand.
Peanut Butter.
The student held the container in his hands, squinting at it and trying to grasp the concept of what was inside. ... Peanuts? Smashed up so finely that they created a paste? That's what he assumed, but... what was the use of this, even? He struggled to find an answer, before he heard footsteps in the kitchen. He was never really a social butterfly, but curiosity was a force that would knock down any obstacle between him and knowledge.
"... Pardon me," he began. Deep blues would flash to the... foreign-looking company. "Do you know what this is...?"
