A muffled response came from somewhere deep in the house, and Jiyeon could hear the sound of Yura's footsteps getting closer. A moment later, her wife appeared at the door of the dining room, barefoot and in more casual clothes, clearly having shed her business attire in favor of comfort.
Yura's eyes immediately fell on the spread in front of her. "Wow, Jiyeon, you really went all out, didn't you?"
Jiyeon crossed her arms, leaning against the table with a sly grin. "You doubted me? I told you this would be unforgettable."
Yura circled the table like a lioness stalking her prey, examining the dishes with exaggerated care. "Seared scallops with miso glaze, fennel and citrus salad, and—" she paused dramatically, inhaling the scent—"truffle risotto? You weren't kidding. You really want to make me fat, don't you?"
Jiyeon rolled her eyes. "Please, like that's even possible with your metabolism. You could eat a whole cow and not gain an ounce."
