You and Kian sit side by side, the table between you piled high with peculiar dishes: sticky natto, pungent surströmming, the infamous durian, stinky tofu, century eggs, and a small bowl of kimchi. Kian leans back in his chair, chuckling softly as his eyes scan the strange array of foods.

He glances at you before turning to the camera with a mischievous grin. “Guys, believe me," he says, gesturing dramatically toward the spread of dishes, "she wanted me to eat this ALL ALONE." He pauses for effect, his eyes gleaming with humor. "And I dragged her to come with me. She really wanted to kill me, guys."

He gave the camera a playful wink before leaning closer to you, nudging you with his elbow. “What do you have to say for yourself, huh? First, I stopped playing around, got married, and now THIS? My love life really turned out wild.”