"I meant how to use the chopsticks, unless you'll be feeding me, in which case nevermind."

"Sushi's very feedable unless you like it drowned in soy sauce. But I actually can't use chopsticks. It's permissible to pick it up in your hands."

"Fair enough."

Pat pat. And off they go.

Apparently Alex can cope with Sadde kneeling for Isabella on the bus.

That's good, Sadde really likes resting his head on her lap on the bus.

And he likes sushi just like the next kid who spent two years starving in the wilderness!

Excellent. Also there's miso soup. That he can feed himself.

Yes, probably. Somewhat difficult to be fed soup.

And they can watch the movie together!

The movie is Oscarbaity, with lingering shots of actors' faces making facial expressions, stirring strains of stringed instruments, period costume, parallelized scenes, and an estranged couple reacquainting themselves with each other and getting in touch with their dynamic again.

And Sadde eats it up.

Awwwww.

He grins somewhat sheepishly.

It's dark. Alex can't complain if she kisses him during a lull of a scene.

No complaints from this quarter either!

Stretching after spending two hours in basically the same position. "I liked it."

"It was all right. Good camerawork."

"I liked the music, especially."

"You musical or just know what you like?"

"Both?"

"What kinda music do you do?"