Jyou rummages around in his bag, producing two mango? sodas, enthusiastically shoving one towards Cisco before cracking open one himself.

He sips it, swilling it around in his mouth thoughtfully like a discerning wine taster.

Eventually: "This tastes like beef."

He pauses, peering at Barry for a moment.

"Where do you work? You're not from Odaiba, I know everyone on the island," he says.

"It's a complicated situation," Yamato says. "Ask Taichi about it later or something."