After breakfast, the weather was just perfect.
Sunlight flooded into the living room, casting a golden hue on the floor.
"Who's doing the dishes?"
Uesugi Sakura tossed the napkin he'd used to wipe his mouth toward the trash can, landing it accurately.
Hanamaru Hanabi took the bowls and chopsticks in front of him and stacked them with her own:
"Sakura, you can rest, I'll wash them."
"If we live like this every day, are you going to do all these little chores?"
"Yes," Hanamaru Hanabi nodded her little head at him, then asked, "Is there something wrong with that?"
Uesugi Sakura took the bowls and chopsticks from her hands, "I should do it. I trouble you every day to cook for me."
"Sakura... how can you say it's a trouble, I don't feel bothered by it."
