---
It took about five minutes to clean up the puddle of soy sauce.
I mopped the floor.
Yuna wiped the counter.
Her movements were still cautious. Sometimes too cautious.
She seemed afraid of making a second mistake.
Once the floor was no longer sticky, I wrung out the mop in the sink.
---
"That's enough."
Yuna was still scrubbing a small spot on the counter.
"...there's still a little bit left."
"It's fine."
She stopped.
Stared at the counter for a moment.
Then put down the rag.
The kitchen looked the way it had before.
Small. Cramped. But no longer like the scene of an accident.
---
I opened the fridge.
There were still a few eggs left.
I took out two.
Yuna watched from behind me.
"...Is Papa going to cook?"
"A repeat experiment."
She tilted her head.
"...Experiment?"
I placed an egg in her hand.
"Hold this."
She immediately tensed up.
"...What if it breaks again?"
"If it breaks, it means we know the threshold for excessive force."
