Adorable Girl

"Let's dig in," I said with a warm smile, giving her head a gentle pat. I could tell that she was famished, and the thought of going to a restaurant right now would be a bit of a hassle, especially considering her well-being.

With that in mind, I eagerly opened the bento box. 

I was greeted by an array of once-warm Japanese dishes, now slightly chilled but still enticing.  I could tell that she still had a strong preference for food from her home country.

First, I noticed a generous portion of white rice that had lost its steamy allure but retained its fluffy texture. The grains were now cool to the touch, and their once-aromatic fragrance had faded.

Next to the rice, there were several slices of marinated beef that had lost their heat but still looked tender and flavorful. The glistening juices had congealed slightly, but the rich, caramelized color remained.