Lunch went by as normal, Gash gobbled up two bowls of rice and as much of Mrs. Takamine's wonderful and amazing home-cooking. Today was Tamagoyaki, croquettes and a mix of asparagus and broccoli. Kiyomaro and Gash fought over the last of the crispy and crunchy croquettes-- arguably the best batch ever made. Gash managed to fight off Kiyomaro's chopsticks with his own to get the last bite. He wide, dopey grin on his face as he savored the last croquette. Kiyomaro made a face and excused himself from the table-- clearing up his mess and washing his own dishes.

"What an appetite today, Gash-kun," Mrs. Takamine says, "You aren't planning on hibernating, are you?"

"Unuu! Mama-san makes the best," the boy replies licking his lips. He picks up after himself and hops down from the table, landing with a bit of a wobble. He crinkles and waddles all the way to the kitchen sink, where he deposits his plates, bowls and chopsticks. A curious look grew on Mrs Takamine's face. Why is he walking like that?

Kiyomaro's mother is a mother and her intuition tells her something is up with Gash. On his way to go upstairs to play, she stops him.

"Gash, could you raise your mantle for me? I need to check something." She asks. The boy looks up at her and obediently grabs for the bottom of his mantle, lifting it up. Underneath was the diaper that he had found and put on earlier.

"Is something the matter?" He asks. She was a bit speechless and confused.