Titch is here. As usual, he is laden with intriguing Japanese snacks. He gave me one for my lunch.

could it be. . . .

. . . no, really . . .

indeed, it *is* a green kit kat.

It is supposed to be green tea flavoured but tastes more like a weird caramac.
Still, I fared slightly better than Mr B:

. . . his gift-snacks are strangely intestinal, both in name and appearance.