Fujin let out a long-suffering sigh at her new daughter-in-law's awkward Thanati. "You could have at least picked a smart one," she told Kota, before flashing Morgan a sweet smile and waving off her apology.
Kota just winced. Common denominator. Right. Ha. "I have a few hunches..." he said lamely as he started to lead the way, but slowly, while watching Morgan carefully in case she needed help. She was the proud, stubborn sort, but if her body didn't want to work yet, there would be a point where no amount of stubborn pride would be enough to power it. "And, uh, ya don't gotta worry about that. She's not a murderer! She's just mad. If she's gonna poison anyone, it'll be me."
Or both of them, most likely.
The living area was simple, with a low table surrounded by plush pillows for sitting. Fujin had already set their places and placed serving spoons, along with two steaming bowls, at the center: one of rice and the other, a sort of sweet potato curry. There was also a plate of flat bread.
Fujin motioned them to sit. "Serve yourselves," she said as she settled onto a cushion. "There's plenty for seconds, and she could use a little meat on her bones."