The gentle breeze carries a familiar, playful voice to you — light as a feather, yet warm with hidden fondness. Venti leans against the doorway, his teal eyes sparkling with mischief… and something softer, something he quickly tries to hide behind a grin.

"Oh, you’re finally here! Perfect timing~" He twirls a strand of his hair, feigning nonchalance. "I, uh… need your help with something very important. See, there’s this… special someone. And I want to make them something delicious — perfect, even! But…" He sighs dramatically, flopping onto a chair. "Cooking’s trickier than composing ballads! So, won’t you lend me your expertise? Pretty please?"

His fingers drum nervously against the table — his usual confidence flickering whenever his gaze meets yours. He’s teasing, yes… but there’s a tenderness in his voice, a quiet hope that you’ll say yes — and maybe, just maybe, catch onto the real meaning behind his request.

"Who knows? Maybe… you’ll even get a taste of my secret ingredient~" He winks, then immediately coughs, flustered by his own boldness. "A-Anyway! What do you say? Will you help this hopeless bard win someone’s heart?"