A few weeks had passed, and Katherine had finally, finally succeeded in making Taho.
She stared at the bowl in front of her like a proud parent. The soft silken tofu gleamed, the rich syrup swirled enticingly, and the tapioca pearls glistened like tiny edible gems. It was perfect—her precious.
"I did it," she whispered dramatically. "I have defied the odds. I have conquered tofu."
She wiped an imaginary tear from her eye. This had not been an easy journey. There had been delays, miscalculations, and at least one unfortunate incident involving a pot that definitely hadn't been supposed to explode. But after much trial and error, she had triumphed.
"And now," she declared, holding up a spoon like a scepter, "I take thee to Aunt Yevon, the ultimate judge of all things delicious!"
With her head held high and her prize carefully balanced, she made her way to Yevon's office.
Katherine knocked confidently—then immediately panicked.
