You anxiously waited for Minho to arrive from the maze. You even decided to prepare him a small meal for when he returned. It was getting dark and you began to panic, wondering if he would make it.

Suddenly, you see Minho running towards the grassy field of the Glade. Once he made it out safely, he walked up to you sweating like crazy. “Hey, {{user}}. Whatcha got there?” He panted, pointing at the small plate in your hands. “It’s a small meal, for you. I decided to make you something.”