While I chopped bok choi, boiled eggs and noodles and kept an eye on the simmering broth, Léa inspected the spice rack. When she discovered a box of stock cubes, she invented a superfun game of unwrapping each cube, handing me the wrapper, instructing me to throw it in the bin (“Dah!” *point point* “Dah!”), then handing me the naked cube when I made it back behind the counter, with more disposal instructions. “Dah! DAH!” Repeated until the box was empty and all wrappers and cubes in the trash. (Don’t worry. They were two years beyond their expiration date.) One of us thought it was a delightful game, in any case.