Lunar Chronicles

I am at my mothers house and I am making some white paste in a long bowl which is very low. My mother enters the room and she looks extremely old, she sits on the bed and strokes this random cat. A friend of mine walks in with his own bowl of paste. I lick some of my paste off my finger. He then shouts at me and tells me you are not supposed to eat the paste, you supposed to lick it. My mother gets up and leaves the room.