by Dawn Vogel
It's hard to mark time on the Kyozist, but Asuna tells me it's been a year since our mother died.
"We should do a tea ceremony, Niko," she says. "She would have liked that."
My sister is correct, but she doesn't understand what she's proposing. In the lab, we've been experimenting with ways to achieve more controllable results in boiling liquids. It's difficult in microgravity--predictable, but volatile. I'm not sure I can make it work in a kettle in our quarters.
"We'll need wagashi."