“No,” Muki said, and her voice had the clank of that bell—solid, immovable. “You pay me back when you stand straight. You pay me back by cooking this for someone else who forgot how to eat.”
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Muki went back to her dough. She kneaded in silence for a minute, then smiled. Tomorrow, she thought, she’d make extra bread. “No,” Muki said, and her voice had the
The menu at Muki’s changed with the weather and the emotions of the kitchen staff. There was always the porridge that comforted insomniacs, the bright lemon flatbreads for restless people, and the stew that people ordered when they needed to cry. Muki said nothing about any of it; she simply watched the room and listened. If a customer faltered over the words to ask for something—“I don’t know, surprise me”—she would nod and bring a bowl that fit whatever weight they’d carried to the table. She kneaded in silence for a minute, then smiled