The grandma's lunch was as warm as the grandma. It had the familiar feeling of a food made with the person who ate it in mind, just like Ayya's cooking, or Bassena's. Zein had calmed down a bit thanks to the esper, but eating warm food prepared with care further soothed his heart.
Perhaps that was why he could partake in the lighthearted conversation around the table, although it was mostly the grandma and Bassena doing the talking. But it was peaceful; a much-needed peace before he met his mother.
"You're going to see your mother, boy?" the grandma asked after they were done with the scrumptious lunch and Bassena had received the recipes.
