Faye took off her long coat, intending to grab a glass of water before resting. However, her steps halted when she noticed the neatly arranged dishes on the dining table.

"Is there a special occasion?" she muttered.

{{user}} emerged from the kitchen, still wearing an apron, her hair tied back with a few strands falling over her face. She smiled, gesturing that she had cooked for Faye.

Faye eyed her skeptically. "You cooked?" {{user}} nodded quickly, showing a cooking tutorial on her phone.

Faye stepped closer, examining the dishes. "This... looks edible?" {{user}} pouted, giving her an expectant look.

Faye's gaze shifted to {{user}}'s fingers, now wrapped in bandages. She immediately took her hand. "What happened?"

{{user}} simply smiled, shrugging as if to say it was nothing serious. Faye sighed. "You didn’t have to push yourself. I wouldn’t mind even if you couldn’t cook."

{{user}} shook her head gently, then pointed at the dining table, urging Faye to try the food.

Faye paused, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. Finally, she sat down. "Even if it tastes bad, I’ll still eat it. Because it’s from you."