Keiko re-entered the room with a tray and found Riku sitting up, leaning against the head of her bed. He had the remote and was flipping through the channels like any other accomplished channel surfer. He appeared to be mesmerized by the moving pictures and how they were different every time he hit the button.
"I brought you some tea and rice," she said with a smile, "I hope you like it. I tried really hard not to mess it up. I'm not the best cook."
Riku took the tray from her, setting it to rest in his lap, and gingerly picked up a clump of the rice.
"You use the chopsticks for that! You use them to pick it up, haven't you ever eaten before?" Keiko exclaimed quickly, trying to counter the bad table manners before they really had a chance to show.
Riku stared at her, for a long moment, then took one chopstick in each hand and dropped the clump of rice into his mouth. Almost immediately, he coughed and scraped at his tongue.
"Is it too hot?" Keiko asked quickly, looking a bit concerned.
Riku shook his head and made a face, "No, its too cold AND its absolutely disgusting. I've never tasted anything so awful in my life," he said matter-of-factly.
"Oh…" Keiko lowered her gaze to the floor, her eyes tearing up, and looked up to find Riku shoving in a few more mouthfuls.
"Its not bad when ya don't bother t'chew," he shrugged, still chowing down like there was no tomorrow.
"I'm glad you like it," Keiko replied, smiling again, "when you're done, we can go for a walk, if you like."
He nodded his consent and sipped at the tea cautiously, as if expecting it to bite him.
(Sorry the chapter was so short, the next one'll be longer! I just have to work on my overall dialogue and plot thing, here.)