[He... seemed angry about something. Was he angry at her? She didn't feel like she'd done something wrong.

She watches him tap her notebook at then the memory came back. That was her notebook. It had her memories in it. Ah, but her hands were greasy... oh well. Why waste good curry bread?

She chomped what was left of hers in her mouth and quickly started scraping grease off of her fingers, until she felt comfortable enough to pick it up and thumb through the pages. Kokichi Ouma. Eating lunch with. Both had curry bread.]

Sowwy, Kokeechee. [She hastily tried to swallow the last of the curry bread, before letting out a sigh when her airways were cleared.] What were you saying? I... couldn't write after we started eating.

[She pieced that together, at least.]