The ladies exchanged glances. Riku? Sweet? NOW? Were they talking about the same Riku?
"Sure, Sora," Meryweather said, setting the three assigned cookies onto the cookie sheet with a few more threes to put in the oven. "That's fine." They'd keep good watch to make sure they didn't burn. Because for whatever reason Sora wanted them, they seemed important.
"Did Riku ever tell you," Aba said, trying to think of some kind of story that would go along with Sora's perception that Riku was 'sweet.' "That he played entire recital with a high fever, and didn't tell anyone, because his Grandpa and I were attending, and he didn't want to have us miss it? We just about had to scrape boy off bench when it was time to go home." He couldn't have been more than six... Riku probably didn't even remember it anymore now.