"How are things with Barbara? That's the name of your guardian, yes?" Yuuko asks, reaching for a knife to cut the piece of cornbread judiciously in half, one to eat plain, the other to enjoy with butter. It's still warm enough to slowly melt the better that Yuuko's spread on top, and Yuuko doesn't doubt that she'll enjoy the food a great deal.

"This smells wonderful," she murmurs, lifting it up to take a small bite. "And tastes twice as good."