"Well, I can pound mochi," a tall, mamoo-printed woman hums as she rolls a pin out over small bits of pre-prepared mochi dough. "But I find it much more efficient to buy the dough prepared for me already by Dan. It saves my hands. You understand, mm?"
Val, propped up on her kitchen counter with a hand tucked under her chin and her mouth trying not to drop with water, nods. "Luxury... I get it, yeah. Like having your boyfriend bring you home a pie from the bake sale instead ...
