"I had a couple dozen servings of omurice earlier too," Yako mused. "If you had come home a little earlier, there might have been one left." The difference between Yako and Wako, Sugata would eventually discover, was that Yako was never satisfied or full. Ever. Even now, hunger gnawed away at her gut. It was only due to the fact that she had always been this way that allowed her to bear it silently. "But if stir-fry and rice is enough for you a few more servings will be easy enough. What kind of meat do you like?"