Bamboo felt like a luxury that Yun didn't often get. And yet, today, he'd spotted some not too far away and got to harvest it, taking a knife and carefully picking it apart.
Pulling it carefully into a box like structure, almost like a giant bamboo pot.
His movements were sure as if he'd done this before, even though this was new for him. He'd read instructions years ago, and couldn't get his hands on bamboo before to make one.
"What are you making?" Zeno bent down and watched Yun work.
"A steamer." Yun answered him, easily.
"It's looking good so far." He knelt down beside him.
"Have you ever made one?" Yun asked.
"Not really." Zeno murmured, "I was taught how to a while ago, but it wasn't bamboo." He set his hands down lightly overtop his folded legs.
"Oh." Yun muttered.
"The person who taught me was incredibly smart; she taught me so much." Zeno almost sounded like he was humming, lost in happy thoughts.
"That's awesome." Yun frowned at his steamer, peeking over at Zeno. The implication being that she'd long since died.
"Yeah." Zeno smiled at the memory.