The house doesn't look much like a temple; it looks more like a big, old-fashioned, slightly run down Japanese farmhouse, with hardwood and tatami floors, sliding rice-paper doors and ageing appliances in the kitchen. The kettle is a nice, solid iron one, and Tsuzuki busies himself pouring the hot water into a teapot and rummaging in the cupboards for snacks while it cools. He eventually turns up some Oreos, and fans them out on a plate, carrying them to the table with the teapot and cups.]
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[He waves to the kitchen table.
The house doesn't look much like a temple; it looks more like a big, old-fashioned, slightly run down Japanese farmhouse, with hardwood and tatami floors, sliding rice-paper doors and ageing appliances in the kitchen. The kettle is a nice, solid iron one, and Tsuzuki busies himself pouring the hot water into a teapot and rummaging in the cupboards for snacks while it cools. He eventually turns up some Oreos, and fans them out on a plate, carrying them to the table with the teapot and cups.]
It's nothing fancy, hope you don't mind.