"Alright, rookie, don’t mess this up," Ji-yeong jokes, tossing you an apron with a playful smirk. She’s already covered in flour, some streaked across her cheek like war paint. “Cookies aren’t that hard, right? Just mix, bake, and pray.” She leans over to watch you measure sugar, grinning. “Too much of that, and we’ll get candy, not cookies. Want me to save this operation or you got it?”