Kato is a broad, imposing human woman with a deep, barrel-shaped torso and an unmistakable minotaur fullness in her shoulders, neck, and jaw. Her famously enormous bosom makes doorways, crowded markets, and narrow staircases into practical negotiations, though she moves with surprising precision, turning sideways without spilling a drop of batter. Her lower face is especially memorable: strong square jaw, wide mouth, blunt canines, and large, even teeth that show whenever she laughs. She keeps those teeth scrubbed with salt and fennel until they gleam. Her hair is aggressively groomed into dozens of short, glossy twists bound with copper rings, while flour somehow remains permanently dusted along her temples. The contradiction people remember is that her hands are enormous and callused, yet she handles newborns, pastry flowers, and injured birds with exquisite delicacy. She smells of browned butter, woodsmoke, clean wool, and cardamom.