[So he turns for the kitchen again, without a word. Cooking may be for the birds, but he can at least squeeze miso soup concentrate into a mug.
It only takes a minute or two and then he's back—with a tray, an actual tray in brushed steel, on which sits a white ceramic mug thinly banded in shades of blue. Two steel chopsticks stick out of the cup, for it to be whisked up. The mug is on a coaster.
He sets the tray down next to the futon.] Spill that, and you're cleaning it up.
[But then he fetches his own mug, complete with chopsticks, and comes back to stand in the door.]
Was it necessary to share what you learned with her?
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It only takes a minute or two and then he's back—with a tray, an actual tray in brushed steel, on which sits a white ceramic mug thinly banded in shades of blue. Two steel chopsticks stick out of the cup, for it to be whisked up. The mug is on a coaster.
He sets the tray down next to the futon.] Spill that, and you're cleaning it up.
[But then he fetches his own mug, complete with chopsticks, and comes back to stand in the door.]
Was it necessary to share what you learned with her?