“Don’t sell yourself short. Or my teaching.” Mira said with a smile. “Shoot, I forgot the thick soy sauce.” She said, can you grab it out of the fridge? Should be second shelf on the right side.” The labels in the fridge were only in Braille but the bottles all had normal writing on them that one could make out with the strategically placed candle shedding a soft light into the appliance.
As Remi moved toward the fridge she grabbed some green onions and started to chop them. While it wasn’t clear due to her shades, as she chopped she did so with her eyes closed, cutting the vegetables by feel. “So, I’m guessing there’s not much entertaining going on today if you’re in here with me.” She said with a smirk.