Nanaka walks in. She scratches her messes, short, brown hair. She yawns. Her mother is out, working at the restaurant. Nanaka opens the fridge, and sees what's good to eat. She huffs, and closes the fridge. I have to go to the market, and buy food. She takes out cereal, and milk. She pours the cereal in a bowl, then the milk. She takes her bowl, and walks to the living room.