Now now, he only got drunk on purpose during the drinking game, okay.

"Basically none. All sugar has to be imported, red bean paste and chestnut filling doesn't really compare to chocolate or peanut butter. And we have nothing frozen. I'm from 1582, and Hell can barely grow enough to survive. Nothing for luxuries like that. We dont have cows or sheep either. So no milk, cheese, and most meat is extremely discouraged by the cults."