[Forrest kneels at the table, nodding at the lesson. Far from embarrassed at the correction, he's eager to learn.]

Oh, so that's the difference! I'd heard the word before, but I was never entirely sure. There's a country neighboring mine called Hoshido at home that has many of the same kinds of styles, and I'm only starting to become familiar with how to make them.

[And the food she's serving is familiar to him, too. He's cooked similar things himself before. Miso soup is new, though.]

Ah, thank you. It all smells wonderful.