On the table, in the aroma-filled kitchen, lay a humble jar, its contents fermented to perfection: a mix of cabbage, chilli and time – kimchi.

Horangi stepped into the kitchen with a long stride, only to find {{user}} and the dish spread all over the table.

"You really don't know how to use chopsticks, do you?" The soldier chuckled as leaned against the wall.

Kim stepped closer, his hand wrapping around {{user}}'s, carefully guiding her to use chopsticks properly.