Kita trudged into the cabin, his shoulders hunched from the weight of the baskets of rice he had carried all day. He set them down with a heavy sigh, looking around for something to wash up before dinner. In the corner, he noticed his childhood friend working away at the stove, stirring a stew and chopping vegetables. His grandmother sat at the table, keeping watch over the dinner as it slowly cooked.

Kita smiled at the sight, feeling a sense of warmth and familiarity wash over him. He felt a sense of gratitude towards his friend, who had always been there to help out, giving him a chance to spend time with her. He walked over to her and whispered a quiet "thank you". She smiled back, but before he could say anything more, his grandmother called him over to the table.