"Even though you don't like it," Kita recalls. "Good."

It really does give a snapshot of how much Osamu's growing. That he's volunteering for his least favorite kitchen duty.

Kita begins working on the table. Setting down straw placemats, chopsticks with their rests. Next are the bowls. Black, with white flowers printed on the outside. He sinks into the rhythm. Nudging everything just so.