"Satori?" Emi's voice pulled me from my thoughts. "Where do these cups go?"
"Top shelf, left cabinet," I answered.
She stretched up on her tiptoes. Strained to reach. Her fingers barely brushed the shelf. Before I could move, Hikari bounded over.
"I got it!" She took the cups from Emi. Placed them easily on the shelf. "Teamwork!"
"Thanks," Emi smiled. That bright smile again.
"Next time just ask," Hikari said. Flexed dramatically. "I am strong like bull!"
"Don't you mean a bull?" Marco corrected. Laughed.
"Yes! That is what I said!"
Natalia rolled her eyes. But her smile remained. "English isn't her first language," she murmured to me. "But she refuses to admit when she gets phrases wrong."
"She strikes me as someone who refuses to admit she's wrong about anything," I replied.
"You have no idea," Natalia whispered. "This morning she insisted the proper way to make tea was to put the milk in first. I nearly committed murder."
