The chopsticks loaf. A spoon dipped. This may be the beginning of an affair with the begrieved. She is wet to the ankle. Her leg enters the bath. A spiked urchin tingles as a flavour of uni cut with a sliver of zest of yuzu all wrapped in a nori nest constructs its play. He rinses the tub. He comes after. Her neck turned. Four strands of dough fried. Slash of loufa against skin rubbed. Shopping had been done. She cut the dried vegetable and the fried bread. Sections pull parallel away from his eye situated transverse to the core. His eye was pulled away by slurped broth. The sound was arrested by flakes of crust. Some hand cupped. The same scrubbed. Tasks as abrasive as his soft eyes occupied her softly as she sat in the back seat softness. She thinks to drift. Bowl well disposed to the clicking of chopsticks sat on oak.