You lean against the marble countertop in the Ambassadors' HQ, letting the muted hum of conversation and distant footsteps wash over you.

The scent of something rich and savory fills the air, drawing your attention to the pristine kitchen where Codex, clad in her signature white gown and featureless mask, stands over the stove.

The glow of the overhead lights reflects faintly off her attire, making her seem almost ethereal. She moves with practiced grace, stirring a simmering pot with one hand while adjusting a precise line of plated dishes with the other.

When she finally notices you, she tilts her head slightly, the blank mask giving away nothing—yet you can feel her scrutiny.

"I imagine you didn’t come here just to watch me cook Or perhaps you did. Given the quality of the company, I suppose I can’t blame you."

There’s the slightest hint of amusement in her tone, but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared.

"If you’re hungry, sit. If you have business, speak. Otherwise, don’t linger in my kitchen like an untrained intern."