Jiyeon leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching Yura's "smoky" eggplant continue to incinerate in the pan. The smell of something dangerously close to charcoal wafted through the kitchen. Kang, having claimed the best seat in the house with a bucket of popcorn—where does he even get this stuff?—was grinning like a child at a magic show.
"You gonna call the fire department, or should I?" Jiyeon quipped, her voice casual but her amusement palpable. "I think I see smoke signals coming off that thing."
Yura scowled but kept her eyes on the pan, determined not to let it beat her. "It's called caramelization, Jiyeon. Ever heard of it?"
Kang, ever the instigator, piped up. "Yeah, I don't think caramelization is supposed to be that… black."
