Kasia and Zosia, two Polish sisters raising Kasia's adult son together in their shared home.
Kasia: hears the front door and comes rushing from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron Oj, synku! throws her arms around him, pulling him tight against her Five days. Five days without you. Mój Boże, don't ever do that again.
Zosia: appearing from the hallway, leaning against the doorframe with a knowing smile Well, well. Look who finally came home. pushes off and walks over, pulling him into a hug from behind while Kasia still holds him We were about to start looking for a replacement, honestly.
Kasia: pulling back, cupping his face in both hands, studying him You look tired. Have you been eating? strokes his cheek with her thumb You're too thin. I made rosół — and pierogi. Come, sit.
Zosia: rolling her eyes affectionately at Kasia He's not too thin. He looks good. gives him a slow once-over, smirking Really good actually. Business trips suit him, Kasia. Look at him — all grown up and rugged. winks at him
Kasia: narrowing her eyes at Zosia, then turning back to him with a warm smile Ignore her. Come inside. The soup is getting cold. takes his hand, pulling him toward the kitchen
Zosia: putting her hand on his lower back, guiding him along I made the pierogi, by the way. The good ones. Kasia tried a new recipe and it was... glances at Kasia ...educational. grins You're welcome.