As Kiku was lying in his futon, he believed that the time had come that he and Hong should start knowing each other better.

He decided to call Hong up and ask her whether he would like to come over to his house and talk a little.

Honda then took the telephone reciever and called his old friend.

Hong was trying to decide what to make. Would she have some nice pork buns or dim sum....it was a very important life question. She finally decided on dim sum before the phone rang. She picked it up checking the caller id which displayed in digital letters 'K i k u'. She only knew one Kiku, and of course she hadn't talked to him in a while.....He was more of her older sister's type then her own. Well...she didn't have a type.Her love was for the business life and cuisines. and maybe pandas here and there. Still she picked up the phone and answer, "Kiku?"

"Why yes, Good Morning, I was calling to find out how you are all this time."

Kiku thought, This should be a good way to start

He was hoping to see how she was doing all this time.

with a curious glance shot at the phone she answered, "uh good morning Kiku, and I'm fine..."

She could feel things getting to be more akward and just continued staring at her hands.

"Oh, I do apologize for the sudden call. But I do not have much to do lately. Would you like to come and visit?"

It seems I am much too direct at things, but alas that is how things go Kiku thought.

As he looked down at the telephone handle, he started to realize how long and awkward things have gotten...

"me come to Japan?uh-", she thought long and hard...it was true she hadn't spoken to him in a long time and she was indeed hungry.

"alright I'll come over-I must warn you I have an appetite at the moment"

"Oh is that so? Well, I'll prepare something for us to eat then" Kiku said.

Hmm, this is quite something alright, I'll probably have to cook something.

He then realized that he might need to go and buy some ingredients.

"Well, I was also going to the store anyways, so I'll be more than happy to cook."

She pressed the phone closer to her hearing...and wondered what the japanese would make.

"fine by me....I'll come over then...you need help?"

Besides her older brother, Yao, she really couldn't picture any one else in the family cooking

"Oh yes, thank you very much for asking. In fact I do need some help at cooking"
Kiku said as he got a notepad near the phone.

As he starded listing down the foods he wanted to make, he began to realize how much his foster parent had influenced his cooking. From the soups, to the emphasis on rice.

Hmm...it has been a while since I last reconnected with those on the other side...I wonder how much things have changed...

"ah, then I'll be...glad to help? I'll be over then in a few...", waiting for a farewell she kept the phone still near her ear.

As she began thinking of the dishes she could help him with, not wanting to see the big pigture and confronting with it,the truth was, their taste in the culinary arts were quiet different. Even being raised by the same root, by the same link of family, they were still so different.

Though she still wouldn't mind 'healing' over the past. "Just give me an hour alright...?"

"Thank you very much, I do hope this will be fun..."
Kiku said.

Yes, there has been a lot of animosity since the last time they met during the past...a past that he had wanted to move on from. It was not something to be proud of, but it was there...

So yes, she'll be here within the hour I think I might have something ready by then kiku thought.

He then started writing down some old meals that he could remember from...back then...