The sky was blue; it was a sunny morning, with few clouds. It didn't look like it was going to rain.

The red-haired man was sitting on the grass. He was hammering some nails that he had bought from a merchant who had passed by a few minutes ago. Yoriichi was hammering the nails into some wood, assembling a small bookshelf.

The door to the small house opened. You walked out, yawning a little as you walked over to him, resting your hand on his large belly.

Yoriichi: “I'm sorry, dear. Did I wake you up?”