Absolutely none, tragically. I've done the research. No more than that. [ But nothing is sacrosanct and nothing is off-limits as far as it concerns small sweets. In the throes of humor, he reaches up on that shelf, to examine the box: origanum and balm herbs. Then, casually, does he set it in the basket. ] We'll need sugar cubes.

[ Partially to observe Siberian tea rites, partially to satiate that sweet tooth of his as he wanders over to grab a small tin, deposits it just as assuredly. ]

I'll go on ahead. Join me when you're done.

[ There he goes.

After they've waited in line and paid for their purchases, Lelouch meticulously folding the receipt strip away, he glances sidelong, observing him from beneath his lashes as they walk along the streets, taking a roundabout path to the designated safe house for the evening. ]

What's the most striking thing about Siberian architecture to you?