That night, a small party was thrown in celebration of the hard-fought victory, taking place in the restaurant hall of the five-star hotel that they maintained, with Eunji and Jeong-Hui operating the kitchen.
"...I'm a bit rusty," he warned, bashfully rubbing the back of his head.
"If you're rusty, then what am I…?" Eunji asked quietly.
"Ha-ha, fine, no excuses, no excuses," he laughed a bit, "Seriously, though–how did Sol sleep through all of that…?"
"I was wondering that, too…" Eunji sighed out in unison with him.
After a bit of preparation, the two began their dual-operation of crafting a savory feast for the members of Gangcheori–themselves included.
It took a bit of convincing for him to set foot in the kitchen, actually.
Eunji practically wouldn't let me sit down–she's usually as meek as a fawn, but when it came to this…she was really pushy about having me step back into the kitchen. I'm…not complaining, though…being back in here feels great, he thought.
