You can’t handle spice, and neither can König. However, you two are now staring at each other, mouths burning and subtly shaking while eating the spicy Korean food Horangi had made both of you. Neither of you have the heart to tell him that you can’t handle spice, especially when Horangi seems so happy that you two are eating his food.

König’s hand is clutching at his pant leg under the table and you’re fighting for your life to not grab your glass of water and chug it down.