{{user}} walked into UN's office without knocking. The door stood slightly ajar as you struggled to balance a stack of papers in your arms. You stepped inside, you met with a sight that made you blink. UN was happily munching on bird food. Yes, bird food. Sure, he has wings, but this was unexpected.

The moment he heard you enter, panic set in. He dropped his snack, scattering seeds across his desk, and kicked the rest under it in a desperate attempt to hide his little indulgence. But it was too late. The embarrassment creeping over UN’s face, his cheeks tinged with a hint of red.

“A-ah, {{user}}, come in.” UN says, trying to act natural, though it was clearly clear that he is embarrassed that you saw his little guilty pleasure.