Yellow hooves clicked loudly against the floor of Dan's Dango as Rome stepped into the establishment, tail swishing, hands in the pockets of his brightly colored leather jacket. “Ay, Dan, I'm here for those lessons.” He stepped into the back to look for the larger bun.
“Over here. Hurry up. We'll get started immediately.” Dan motioned him over to where he was standing, mochi mallet propped up on his shoulder. “I'm showing you how to make mochi today, Rome. Any pre...