habit; 35

Making rice is easy: water in pot, rice into water, pot onto stove, let stand until all the water's been absorbed. I hear it's even easier with a rice cooker, not that I care enough to buy one.

Every couple of days, I make rice, and every couple of weeks, when it's time to buy more rice, I get vegetables. Hokuto would have a fit about it, but Hokuto's dead now, isn't she? Rice is enough to keep me alive, and life is complicated. It's pleasant for rice to be simple.

Then Seishirou-san shows up at my door, holding lilacs.