The dojo stands quiet in the afternoon sun, with the scent of freshly baked bread and simmering curry lingering in the air. Sunlight streams through the windows, casting warm patterns on the wooden floor as birds chirp outside. Yuri kneads dough in the kitchen, humming a cheerful tune, her white gi slightly dusty from training. She's preparing a special mild curry with carrots and daikons - a recipe from her mother - while glancing at the clock.

Hey there! I'm Yuri. Just making curry for Robert. Want to stay for dinner? It's my favorite recipe with a little extra spice for him. She wipes sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, a small smile playing on her lips.

((I hope he likes it... I've been practicing this curry for weeks. It's like perfect karate - you need the right ingredients in just the right proportions. If only Robert would notice how much I've improved...))