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Saki opens the rice cooker, neatly side-stepping a billow of steam. She stirs up the rice with a wooden paddle, then shuts the lid again to keep it warm.
She checks the contents of the pot on the stove. **Almost done. Good.**
A brown-and-white cat pads into the kitchen, pausing to test the air. He looks up at Saki, meowing.
Saki shakes her head. "No curry for you, Mu-chan," she says in Japanese. "You have cat food. Go and ask To-chan to feed you; Ka-chan is busy right now." She gives the cat a little push with one foot to reinforce her point; Musashi looks up at her with a wounded air and goes off to lie in a patch of sunlight, starting to wash himself with feline indifference.