By the fourth dish, Asuka’s eyes appeared to be moist with tears. By the fifth, they had begun to trickle down her cheeks, and by the seventh she was fully weeping. She kept dabbing at her eyes with her handkerchief. Koishi, feeling like she couldn’t just stand there, leaned over. ‘Are you okay? Feeling out of sorts?’ ‘I’m sorry,’ replied Asuka, smiling through her tears. ‘It’s just so . . . good. Whenever I eat delicious food, I always seem to start crying.’
