A Miko from the Future, a Girl from the Past - Pickled Radishes
To be honest, Kagome had never really liked pickled radishes. After travelling around the feudal era for a long time, she’d gotten used to them because that was such a common dish along with dumplings, rice and other vegetables. However, because she had never liked pickled radish, she’d never learned how to make it. Now they were expecting the local daimyo to come and visit and his favorite dish was pickled radish.
“Hey Sango!” she yelled, jogging up to the pregnant slayer surrounded by three young children. “Do you know how to make pickled radish?”
She guiltily smiled at the young miko. “Sorry Kagome-chan, I don’t know. My father’s second wife always prepared the food and Miroku hates things pickled.”
“Oh, that’s okay.”
Kagome said goodbye to her friend, mentally growling in frustration. Kaede didn’t know how to make pickled radish nor did Sango. Where was she to find out how to?!
“Kagome-dono?” The young miko pressed a hand to her chest, shocked by someone calling out her name.
“Oh, Rin-chan, I didn’t know you were there.”
“Rin-chan didn’t mean to scare Kagome-dono. Gomennasai.” The little girl blushed heavily, her bare feet making circles in the dirt. Kagome always insisted that Rin wear some sort of shoes but somehow, Rin suspiciously lost them every time.
“Rin-chan, are your feet bleeding again. I told you that you need to wear you tabi at least.”
“Iie, Kagome-dono, Rin-chan knows how to make pickled radish. Her haha-ue taught her.”
Kagome hated Rin’s way of speaking. It showed how much Sesshomaru rubbed off on the girl. Sesshomaru was not the best role model in Kagome’s world. At least the girl knew how to make pickled radish, meaning that she could go on one more day without correcting her odd third person speech. Thank god.