Kaze focuses on his own meal letting his peripheral vision and hearing keep track of how Briar Rose seems to be doing.
He assiduously keeps the rice wine and beer on the table, if Rose is near the end of either at any point.
Hanging out with Rose feels like surfing does, he reflects to himself. The waves start and stop when they do and take whatever form they will on the way, and you can only pay attention and try to be in sync with them and try not to get pounded into the sand when you misjudge. He misses surfing, he thinks.
I am loving the scene thanks so much! I'm in no hurry to close, and enjoying the nonverbal expression! It's challenging and interesting and also really cool to mark Kaze's thirtieth birthday with the scene! We have a couple days to close out.