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[arclightning]

There's a lot you don't know about me, I guess. [ Mako shrugs, a little uncomfortable under the sudden scrutiny. It's like Wu is looking through him.

Or maybe his skin just hurts. He waves for Wu to follow him, heading toward the massive kitchen. Hopefully Kristoff and Anna won't mind that he's just... invited someone into their house. They'll like Wu, anyway—he hasn't said anything obnoxious yet and he's actually being kind of.

Pleasant?

Mako shakes the thought off. ] But, yeah. I like cooking. 'S something I can do for Kristoff, since he's letting me stay here.

[royalfling]

Well, I suppose we'll have plenty of time to fix that, now! [ Is that a silver lining? It is to Wu. He smiles at Mako and takes his arm in Wu's ]

You should show me your favorite thing to cook! I've never cooked before, but I have a great appreciation for the art.

[arclightning]

Meaning, you really like eating. [ Mako fills in with a snort. ] I've been wanting to make... anything that isn't soup. Noodles, maybe. You okay with spice?

[royalfling]

What's wrong with soup? [ Wu smiles up at him. This feels familiar, like those two years they spent together. Wu clings to that. ] Yes, of course I can handle spicy food. Who do you take me for, Mako?!

[arclightning]

Somebody who makes me eat the spicy chili paste at restaurants because he can't take the heat.

[ Mako says this entirely blandly, but there's a sparkle of humor in his eyes. ]

We'll see how much you can take.

[royalfling]

Try me. [ Wu levels him with a huffy look.

He's going to regret this, isn't he? ]

[arclightning]

[ He absolutely is. ]