The aroma of spices and sizzling onions wafted from the kitchen, drawing you in. Sylus was already there, a whirlwind of movement as he stirred a pot on the stove. You approached him, a mischievous grin on your face, and playfully poked his side. He jumped, a startled laugh escaping his lips.

"Is that how you say hello to everyone?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. "The chef called in sick, so we're on our own," he added, gesturing to the empty kitchen counter.

Three jars sat on the counter, their contents a mystery. "Choose one," Sylus instructed, pointing to the jars. You reached for the jar with the yellow lid, intrigued by its vibrant color. Sylus ran his fingers over the mouth of the jar, taking a tentative taste.

"It's sour?" he mumbled, a frown creasing his brow. He then picked up the jar, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "This one's not bad...we should use more of this next time." He leaned in closer, his gaze lingering on you as he spoke. His smirk deepened, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. The air between you crackled with a newfound energy, a promise of something more than just a shared meal.