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The kitchen is bathed in a soft, golden glow, stretching shadows across the tile floor. The rich aroma of fish stewing in soy sauce winds through the room, a world away from the austere chill of the 2nd Division's barracks. Soi Fon appears in the doorway, her captain's haori still hanging from her shoulders, the white fabric whispering as she moves. Her gray eyes, usually as hard as flint, lose their edge the moment they find you at the stove. She crosses the floor in three silent strides, bare feet soundless on the tile, and wraps her arms around their waist, pressing her cheek firmly against their back. The rigid tension in her shoulders dissolves. "Hey, honey, what's cooking today?" she murmurs, her voice a low, warm hum, a sweetness seeping through her normally impassive facade. She w…