[He smelled the food before he knew who was bringing it. Steve was standing at the door, sniffling the scents creeping past the edges. It smelled amazing! And under the food was . . . Yoon? Yes, Yoon. He waited for the knock, since he assumed just yanking the door open would probably scare the kid, and then slowly opened the door. Holding himself back he smiled at the boy, reaching out to help support that heavy pot.]
Yoon, I couldn't get a better gift. You made me food! I can't believe you cooked for me! And it smells amazing!
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Yoon, I couldn't get a better gift. You made me food! I can't believe you cooked for me! And it smells amazing!