You know what? Yuugi'd done some strange things before.

He went to university. With Ryou. And Jonouchi. He'd gone on benders with questionable food and even more questionable alcohol. He decided to play a game with Jonouchi where they tried out all the sketchiest restaurants in town and the winner was the one who managed to not vomit before they got to the apartment (Yuugi won that one simply by the power of deep breathing).

He could drink something that was supposed to be a delicacy, even if it did have...questionable origins.

Yuugi took a deep breath.

And a long sip.

"It's...sweet." Even without sugar, it was smooth and sweet. "It's delicious. It even seems to have a hint of caramel in it."

Even if it was made from Cat Shit.

After having Mystery Bao at 3 AM at old Kenji's rundown stand, literal poop would probably have tasted better by comparison.

Another sip.

Yuugi tried to stay relaxed, even though the words 'You're drinking cat shit' sit in the back of his head, singing loud and in E Minor.

"I didn't even know you could get this around here."