The next day, Jiyeon found herself uncharacteristically exhausted from the culinary assault she'd endured the night before. She was nursing a cup of coffee in her kitchen at the manor, glaring at the clock as if it were to blame for how early it felt. Just as she was drifting off into her thoughts, Yura stormed in, looking a bit too energized for Jiyeon's liking.
"We need to talk about last night," Yura began, hands on her hips. "More specifically, about the fact that Kang's idea of 'a little spice' is on par with… I don't know, a flamethrower?"
"Honestly, I think he'd be thrilled with that comparison," Jiyeon replied, suppressing a yawn. "It's probably his life goal to invent the world's first weaponized meal."
Yura snorted, sitting across from her. "Well, my taste buds are officially in hiding. But it got me thinking—Kang's chaos is almost… entertaining. Almost."
