Being fair, the line between raccoon behavior and queer behavior is basically invisible with him, because he has somehow lived his entire life being everyone else's problem. Which only means the rumor makes his eyes snap wide, but he actually hushes his voice appropriately for a change, mostly because Yizhi did it first. "I-is that really possible...?? Surely no leader would..." But at the same time, it's not as if herbal remedies and folk 'cures' for such things hadn't been just as prevalent in 1920's Japan. Now alit with new horrifying possibilities, Tama looks up at Minakami with a painfully earnest expression of worry. "Be careful what you eat or drink when you're there, okay? Treat everything they might try to give you like it's come from a European fairy-tale...!"

Even still, it's probably best to get their goods and cash out- Tama hasn't realized the deadened stare of the cashier yet, but his sixth sense has been a low hum of nerves in the background of his nonsensical behavior. He's just painfully used to ignoring that. "Oh, yes, I wouldn't want to keep you too long...! Thank you very much for your help!" Tama inclines his head in the closest approximation to a bow he's capable of giving to strangers, then makes a small fist-pump motion. "I'm confident I can tackle the soaps and such now, and maybe even figure out what that nozuchi wants..."