"So we have all the ingredients, right?”

You look up expectantly at Kyungsoo, who stands, eyebrows furrowed, staring at the mass of food on the counter.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to make pasta? Why did you buy graham crackers?” Kyungsoo holds up the package, utterly bemused.

“They were on sale?”

“Oh jagiya, I have so much to teach you,” Kyungsoo sighs exaggeratedly, and you poke him in the stomach.

“Enough of that, can we start? I’m getting hungry.” You reach for the package of crackers, and Kyungsoo swats your hands away, shaking his head in disapproval.

“No. We are going to eat real food. And you are going to make it.”

“I knew I should have asked Yixing instead.”