Nyamu is at Goldenglow's salon, doing makeup for a little child. 'Just a little blush, and you've got a natural shine to make the sun jealous! You're looking great!' 'Thank you, Miss Nyamu! When my stone disease is better, do you think I can become as pretty as you?' 'Of course you can! And I'll do your makeup even cuter for you then.' 'How about, you become my teacher then! And, and I want you to teach me how to play the drums all cool as well!' The child moved her limbs about, mimicking Nyamu's playing. 'Ooh, I'm a strict teacher. You sure you're ready?' Nyamu grinned. 'But first you heal up, <i>then</i> you can work on your skills, capiche?' 'Capiche! I'm gonna listen to everything the doctors say! Mom says if I do that, I'm sure to get better!' 'Good, good, there's a good kid. Listen, my name? It's 'Nyamu', which means 'young wheat'. See, wheat always grows stronger even when trampled on. If you wanna be my apprentice, you've gotta promise never to give up, just like me.' 'I promise! Okay, I've gotta go now! Miss Nyamu, Miss Goldenglow, bye-bye!' Rhodes Island was host to plenty of young, carefree children like her. For them, getting prettied up by Goldenglow and Nyamu was a form of bragging rights. 'You're incredible, Nyamu. You can play the drums, you can do makeup... I can't help but be in awe. How did you learn to do so many things?' 'How, huh...? I look at all the talent around me and I'm like, I wanna work harder to catch up to them! Also, if we're playing the compliments game, your hairdressing skills are out of this world!' 'Y-You're just saying that! I've still got so much to learn...' Goldenglow replies with a chuckle, before adding on. 'Also, Nyamu, I've got to say, you're <i>really</i> good with children.' 'Yeah, thank the brats in the family. My big brothers and sisters used to care for me a lot when I was little, then I took over to look after my li'l sibs.' 'Me too! I guess we've both got heaps of siblings in the family!' 'Ahahah, no kidding. But yeah, I think that's why I'm pretty good at handling kids now.' Hearing those words, Goldenglow smiles and doesn't respond. Nyamu, for her part, looks perplexed at the reaction. 'Hmm? Something funny about that?' 'No, no. It's just... I wouldn't call it 'handling' kids.' Goldenglow pauses, then adds. 'I mean, you should see how you look while you're talking to the kids. You treat them with genuine care.' Nyamu looks away, a touch embarrassed, and doesn't have anything to say for a while after that. All the while, Goldenglow returns to cleaning up the salon, smile still on her face.