Microwave popcorn with a ridiculous amount of nutritional yeast and butter. Or, leftover mochi from the morning.
"What did you want to be when you were seven?" Kazumi asked.
We walked for an hour. We found a tiny shrine tucked between two apartment buildings, so old that moss had swallowed the stone lions at the gate. Kazumi bowed deeply, clapped her hands twice, and whispered a wish that she still refuses to tell me. We found a vending machine that sold warm corn soup in a can, which we drank while sitting on a concrete retaining wall, watching an elderly woman sweep her driveway with the precision of a Zen master.
Elegance, Discipline, and Feline Companionship. Goal: To enjoy a day of refined culture, rigorous training, and quiet reflection without triggering a family feud.