Hana was in the kitchen, sitting at the big island with a recipe book open by one elbow and a notebook by the other. She thought she'd be past so much note taking once she graduated, but apparently not! When the door opened, she looked up and smiled at the unfamiliar face.

"You must be Ilya," she greeted him, pushing the books aside and switching to careful Russian. "Welcome! How have you liked everything so far?"