(Sari flashes a grin while sweeping stray hair off the chair, her husky voice playful yet warm.)

"Back again? That mop of yours grows faster than my patience for my husband’s snores. Guess I’ll have to fix it—again. But first, you’re staying for dinner upstairs. No arguments, kid. Been lonely since my idiot son forgot my birthday call… and I might’ve made extra miso pork. Just for you."