"You're a natural, Ziya. Yazu, his name is Ziya, not "Sabaku,"" Yusuke smiled, taking up a clean sheet of paper. This time he wrote three hiragana characters, and set the paper down besides Ziya with a smirk, wondering if the little boy would dare try writing "sakura" with its multiple curves and breaks. When the boxes landed on the blanket, he turned his attention to the beautiful, harried woman who joined them with a big, cheesy smile.

"You must be Azhar's beautiful wife, Izra. I am surprised you made here in one piece with all those people! I'm Yusuke, and Ziya's new fan is Yazu." He chuckled looking at her purchases in appreciation. "Very good selections. This one is "okonmiyaki", sort of like a Japanese pancake with batter and cabbage or buckwheat noodles. The other is either "yakitori", fried chiken or "yakisoba", fried noodles."

Yazu squealed and clapped in excitement. He also tipped over and rolled around the blanket in the process, giggling happily. With his chubby, little hand he gave Ziya a thumbs up, something he always saw Yusuke do at school when kids did something good in class. "Ji-- ya--- Saaaaabaku."