Nyima shrugged, “That’s all I’ve really eaten for seventeen years. I mean… there were other things but not a lot. The North isn’t exactly the paradise of produce.”

She ate a forkful of her noodles and nodded her head, “But it is quite good. Just different, I guess.”

They finished off their meal and Rayn took both of their plates into the kitchen. She hopped to her feet and shook her head, “You clean when I cook… You helped cook, I’ll help clean. You wash, I’ll dry.”
She grabbed a cloth and smiled at him. She waited until he was done with the first dish and took it from him. She quickly wiped it down and put it away to save the extra step. They worked away until they were all the plates were washed. Before he could turn off the water, she ran her hand under it and splashed him with the water. She laughed a little took the last plate to dry.