Hisao-san sat quietly, as he typically did,  in the doorway leading onto the porch from his room.  The spring air was heavily scented with cherry trees in full-bloom and the smell of new, wet grass.  But none of this really brought him what could be considered joy.  Peace, perhaps, but not true happiness.  He sighed, inhaling the fresh air.<br/><br/>Suddenly the door opened behind him, the one leading into the main hallway.  It was Masako, or Masa as most called her in the family.  She was carrying a tray laden with tea-things; a small black iron pot with a delicate blue gradated cup.  It was Hisao's cup that no one else used.  There were also little fish cakes, a bowl of rice and a mixture of herbal broth and beef.  It wasn't too spicy or too mild, she made sure of that.  His stomach was quite easily upset, but he wasn't totally without tastebuds, which is why she never let her sister handle his food.  He could get pretty upset.<br/><br/>"Here's your lunch and tea Hisao-san." She told him, setting it down behind him, near a tatami mat.<br/><br/>"Thank you Masa-san, it smells very good today." He replied, rather without conviction.  He turned from the window and sniffed the air.  It really did smell wonderful.  The tea was delicate and sweet, and the food was savory.  She knew what he liked.  It made a little trickle of feeling course through him to know that someone knew him that well.<br/><br/>"Thank you," She bowed, knowing that even without the real passion behind it, it was worth a lot just for him to comment on the food.  "If you need anything else, please let me know."  She turned rather quietly and began toward the door. Hisao opened his mouth as though he were going to say something, but chose not to and allowed her to leave the room.