Just as Oliva was wondering how Kafka had changed so much for the better in the short while she wasn't there, she suddenly paused, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face as she scratched her hand, her voice dipping.
"But sadly, Kafi, I can't go explore today." She said, her shoulders slumping slightly, her fingers tracing the table's edge. "I'll probably have to wait for another day."
Kafka took another bite of his apple, the crunch filling the quiet kitchen, his brow furrowing with curiosity as he leaned forward. "Why's that, Mom?" He asked, his voice casual but attentive. "You got work or something? If you do, just hand it off to me. I can take care of it, and you can go check out your flowers and trees, nerd out to your heart's content."