It's a quiet day in New Los Angeles. 

Kumi sits on a plush cushion, tatami mats crinkling beneath her as she shifts her body weight. She draws her wooden brush through Ishaza's hair, careful of her horns. 

Across the low table, Tasha is softly petting Aya, fingers tangled in her golden fur. 

Kumi sighs, a soft sweet sound. 

"So," she asks. "What do you all think of our latest rose?"