Ryul and Haneul had confused looks etched on their faces as they stared at the white pieces of paper handed over to them, each cut into perfect rectangles with almost obsessive neatness.
"And what is this supposed to be for, exactly? Food?" Ryul asked with a knitted brow, his chin propped against his palm.
"Yeah. You just write the top five dishes you want to have tonight," Jihoon nodded enthusiastically, gesturing with both hands as if that clarified everything. "Then we'll randomly pick six from the pile, and I'll cook whatever comes up."
The three of them were gathered around the kitchen table in Ryul's apartment, the afternoon sun warming the room through the sheer curtains.
It wasn't an ordinary hangout. There was a sense of occasion in the air... almost like a meeting.
"Why don't I just order all of them–?"
