[ Maruki glances up, grins at the phone pointed at him and waves. An awkward, dorky motion before he finishes incorporating the cabbage into the batter and moves to preheat the griddle pans. ]

Do you? I can't recall you doing that too often, but you must have. Maybe more before my time here...

[ Strange to think that there was a time before they knew one another. Or– well, no, maybe they did, and that meeting in dreams was just to jog their memory. Hard to tell. ]

Next time I come to the farm, I'll show you how to use your camera again. I think you'll like having the physical photos even more than this.