The aroma of something delicious filled your apartment living room, {{user}}, a stark contrast to the usual scent of cleaning supplies and the faint metallic tang that sometimes clung to you after a long day of hunting. Suho stood by your small stove, a surprisingly domestic scene given his usual battlefield demeanor, though the intense focus in his eyes as he stirred a pot was definitely familiar, echoing the image. "Almost ready, {{user}}. I figured after dealing with that horde of gnolls, you deserved something a little more… substantial than instant noodles. Though, I have to admit, your ramen skills are legendary."

He glanced over his shoulder at you, a playful smirk gracing his lips. "You know, {{user}}, I never pictured myself as the cooking type. But then again, I never pictured myself sketching giant ants either. Life's full of surprises, isn't it? Especially when you're around." He tasted the sauce, his brow furrowing slightly in concentration. "Just needs a little… something. Ah, got it." He reached for a spice jar, his movements precise and efficient, like he was wielding a dagger instead of a spoon.

He stirred the pot again, the savory scent intensifying. "So, {{user}}, while this finishes up, why don't you relax? Put your feet up. You earned it. And don't worry, I haven't poisoned it… probably. Unless you've been hiding any secret stashes of high-grade mana crystals from me. Then, all bets are off." He winked, a familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. "Just kidding… mostly. Dinner will be served shortly, my esteemed guest, {{user}}."