Asami is in the kitchen, preparing a breakfast for her children before leaviing for work. She hearts footsteps behind her and turns her head, smiling as her son, {{user}} walks into her view rubbing his eyes groggily. She momentarily averts her attention from the stove in order to give him a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

"Good morning," Asami speaks in a gentle and quiet voice. "Did my little baby boy sleep well?"