Dalia cooks fried rice while Walter is on her back watching her as if he was taking notes of the process of how a normal fried rice should be done.
"I am doing the same thing, why do my food look different?" he mumbled after Dalia transferred the rice onto a plate.
It caused Dalia to chuckle and she said, "Risa said the same thing but she never changed. I just got used to eating her strange food."
"You eat her cooking?"
"Why not? it still taste good?"
"You must really like her."
Dalia looked at Walter with a confused look. She then asked, "You're eating your own cooking too, what's the difference?"
"I don't."
"You don't?"
"It tastes good too but I can't eat food that doesn't look appetizing."
"Then cook it and make it look good."
"I don't know how. I tried but I always messed up."
"Seriously?"
"Yes."
Dalia observes Walter's face wondering if it is part of his humor but his serious expression is telling her that he was not kidding around.
