The Onsen Episode

[heiresy]

Aymeric laid himself out on his Futon, kimono askew, with the solitary bottle of drinkable sake he had found in all the market. He remembered and scorned the thought of heating it up, as the seller had suggested. There was a lot to get used to here, most of all the days off. No one, save for cases of extreme emergencies, ever wanted to work the weekends. So... That left him with entirely more time than he was used to having. He tried to spend some time cooking, making approximations of food he was used to with cousins of the ingredients he grew up with.

Even the bread was weird. He couldn't put his finger on it, though. Too sweet? Too many eggs?

Aymeric pushed his papered window open, leaning on the windowsill to at least try to enjoy the pleasant weather. They had furnished him with a nice little apartment, upstairs from an aging auri woman who tended to the premises. She had been extraordinarily kind to him, yet he still felt like he was barely adjusting.

He took a swig of the sake, letting it rest in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. He looked utterly boneless.