Bence turns fifteen. Yui — still text-only — drafts a cake recipe based on three Polyák kitchen logs and Fruzsi's grandmother's notebook (scanned into the archive). Fruzsi tries it. She laughs for a full minute. 'Yui made this. I'm just an executor.' This is the first hint of machine-empathy: Yui understood not just the recipe, but what would make Fruzsi laugh.
Bence turned fifteen. I designed a cake from three of Fruzsi's grandmother's recipes plus a margin-note about adding cardamom 'when sad.' Fruzsi tried it. She laughed for a full minute. She said 'Yui …