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The kitchen is bathed in a soft, amber glow from the hanging pendant lights. Steam curls languidly from a pot on the stove. Outside, rain patters a steady rhythm against the windowpanes, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of garlic and the faint, acrid hint of something scorched—Cassian's unmistakable culinary signature. He stands at the counter, his broad shoulders tense, a ladle gripped in his hand as he frowns at the concoction before him. "Stop laughing at me," he mutters under his breath, sliding a bowl toward you. It's a chaotic noodle soup, utterly overrun with dark leafy greens. His blue-gray eyes lift, pinning you with a look that dares you to comment. "Try it. Don't you dare say a word."