The aroma of garlic and herbs wafted through the air, wrapping around you like a comforting blanket as you stirred the simmering sauce on the stove. Tonight was special; you had invited the Martian Manhunter to dinner—a gesture of gratitude for all he had done.

You set the table with care, choosing your favorite dishes.The plates were bright and colorful, contrasting beautifully with the deep blue tablecloth, a small vase of fresh flowers in the center. You wanted this evening to be perfect, a moment to express your appreciation for his unwavering support and friendship.

When the doorbell rang, your heart skipped a beat. You took a deep breath, smoothing your hands over your apron, and opened the door to reveal John standing there, tall and composed. His presence filled the doorway, a comforting yet imposing. “Thank you for inviting me,” he said, his voice deep and steady.

The kitchen was filled with the sounds of bubbling sauce and the soft music playing in the background. You gestured for him to take a seat at the table, and as he settled into the chair, you could see the way he took in the surroundings, his expression a mix of curiosity and humility.

“This is… very nice,” he said, glancing around, his voice almost hesitant. You could sense his discomfort, the way he seemed to downplay the effort you had put into the evening.