"If you don't mind peeling a few potatoes, I could use another hand. After that, I think we're just about set." Trisha greets her younger brother with an open smile, moving aside to clear some counter space for him. Said potatoes are a small pile near the stove, with a cutting board and peeler at the ready. Trisha herself is still stirring various pots and pans on the stove, sorting things out.

"How was school today? Learn anything exciting?" It's always strange to think of Chouji still in school; she and Luke were older when he was born, a surprise addition to the family, and it's always made Trisha a little more likely to dote on her younger brother, taking an active interest in his life.