"One box of yams."
"He even took the yams? Is he planning to stew them, or do you think he wants to grate them for soup?"
"How would I know? Why don't you pay him a visit and ask?"
"I've no idea what yams cost."
"In that case, let's just say they're twelve yen and fifty sen."
"That's absurd. They may have come all the way from Karatsu, but they can't be worth twelve yen fifty."
"Didn't you say you have no idea what they cost?"
"I don't have any idea what they cost, but I do know that twelve yen fifty is excessive."
"If you've no idea, then how can you rule out twelve yen fifty? What kind of logic is that? That's why they call you Otanchin Palaeologus."
"And what exactly is Otanchin Palaeologus supposed to mean?"
"Don't worry about it. Let's keep at this -- what about my clothes?"
"What about them? I want to know what Otanchin Palaeologus means."
"Never mind what it means."
"Would it kill you to tell me? Or are you just mocking me again, veiling derision in words I don't?"