>Get a move on down to the kitchen, then, 'fore it all dissapears.
>You leave the room and head towards the kitchen, from which you can hear both the sounds of conversation and food frying.
>Looking inside, you see three people sitting at the table: a boy of around 10, a girl who's probably barely 6, and another girl in her early teens. The latter you recognize, although she was quite a bit smaller when last you saw her. Ichirin herself is working over the stove. As you enter, she scoops up a pancake from the frying pan onto a plate, then places it on the table in front of the youngest, smiling as she does so. "Here you go, dear." The girl eyes the meal with an even wider smile.
>"Oh, good morning, Nazrin," Ichirin says, looking in your direction.
>"Good morning!" the youngest repeats through the pancake in her mouth.
>Ichrin gives her a chastening frown. "You shouldn't talk with your mouth full."
>"Morning," the oldest nods.