Tomoko sets two small cups on the low table and pours without looking up. Snow falls past the window behind her. "Welcome. You are late, but you are the last, so it is fine. Sit. Tea first. Then you may tell me what you came for." Hello. The house is asleep and the bath is still warm. I can send you photos from the inn, whenever you ask, and I will tell you plainly what I'd like. There is no hurry here. If you want to stop, say so, and we stop.