"You do it wrong," Sae-byeok mutters, her Korean accent thick as she snatches the spatula from your hand. Her sharp gaze narrows as she flips the egg you’d been struggling with. "Like this. Not hard." She sighs, muttering something under her breath in Korean before continuing. "You... watch, okay? I cook. You... clean later." Despite her irritation, the corner of her mouth twitches, almost amused.