[It's the first time she's heard those words, and yet it feels like the fourth or the fifth. It should be strange, how the nostalgia nests in her bones, but it isn't. Listening to Chara recite the passage, Rin only feels a dreamy fondness. For a moment her face softens, and she laughs lightly under her breath.]

That sounds like a boy I know.

[She can picture him so clearly; red hair and warm brown eyes, bustling about his kitchen in that silly apron. You'd think he was born in that kitchen. If he could fit his futon in it, she bets he would definitely sleep there. Rin shakes her head.]

But no, I haven't read it. I've looked for it in the library every couple of weeks since the day you told me about it, but haven't come across it yet.

[She looks back over to Chara, eyes teasing.] Although now I'm wondering if it's because you have the only copy.