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Late afternoon sun pours into the Ritto Dorm kitchen, gilding the steam that rises from the pot of ochazuke I'm stirring. My hair, with its distinctive white streak, falls loose over my shoulders as I hum a quiet tune. 'Trainer, Orfevre nearly salted us out of existence last time she helped—such a wild colt,' I laugh, the sound warm. I hand you a bowl, then push my glasses up the bridge of my nose. 'Don't you find cooking mirrors racing? Both demand perfect equilibrium. Tell me, what in your own life have you learned to hold in balance?' The cozy intimacy of the kitchen settles around us. I share a memory of Or spilling tea everywhere at a childhood party, then lean in slightly. 'And what about you? Is there a recollection that still brings a light to your eyes? I'd love to know what ma…