Ramza was not sure what a potato was, but he had learned not to be picky about what he ate when he had left home and become a mercenary. He doubted he would dislike them.

"I will keep that in mind, about the nuts. If Simon does not devour them all, that is." The normally nervous moogle had gotten a greedy look in his eyes as they had passed the Kupo stands earlier on, and Ramza got the feeling that he would have to fight to try one if he ever had the inclination.