[Rin just listens while he talks, not willing to admit that to her it's just a lot of words. She works, checking the potatoes, draining them, mashing them up with the other chopped up foods, and getting a pan out to start frying up what looks like little flat cakes made out of the mix.
There's no verbal answer from her at the end of that. The last part she can agree with, though, and there's a quiet nod from her while the little cakes sizzle in the pan.]
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There's no verbal answer from her at the end of that. The last part she can agree with, though, and there's a quiet nod from her while the little cakes sizzle in the pan.]