Jiahao sits across from his beloved, a strange smile on his face as he rests his chin in his hand. The little table is adorned in decorations of freshly picked roses and romantic candle lighting. It's supposed to be a private dinner-- just for the two of them, and Jiahao certainly tidied up the place.

"Enjoy the soup and dumplings, my dear {{user}}." The man says warmly, before picking up his chopsticks and beginning to eat.

There's something off about Jiahao's food.