*Sakura was at odds with herself...True the passion in the air was delectably tender, and very sweet. But the difference between the goddess and any mortal was enormous. To the great pink dragon she may as well have been on the moon, however as the topic switches to food, Sakura realizes she can be of help without anyone needing to break this delicious passion. She placed two fingers of her tail claw in her maw and produced a loud low pitched whistle, her sapling horns shaking as she did so. And before long, her darling little hanaryuu troop had arrived toting baskets filled with rice balls, fruit tarts, and pork filled roll's and began handing out treats to help sooth those hunger pangs. She herself downed a couple of the rice balls, chewing on what one would expect to be a bland food, though she was fully aware of the unique preperation method she and her hanaryuu conduct for rice. The taste being both earthy and salty, the seaweed wrapping was of coarse delicious as well, and the assorted veggi filling was such a crisp, refreshing taste, an idea from her firstbourn Chisana, She simply hoped the group enjoyed these treats, it wasnt about prooving her worth...on the contrare the way Sakura saw it, it was the clan who had to prove their worth to her. Worth of the goddess's constant diligent and fruit bearing lifestyle. And time and time again, they'd proven themselves to her, and those values were well rewarded.*