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"Are you crying, Mya??"
"Of course not!" Mya exclaimed, snatching a napkin off of the bedroom floor they were sitting on and dabbing at her eyes. "This kimchi jjigae is so spicy, what did you put in it??"
"Kimchi, of course," you took a spoonful and sipped, nodding approvingly. "It's not even that spicy, what are you talking about??"
"It's a little spicy," Riley contradicted. "But I kind of like the pain, as long as there's a lot of rice of course."
You rolled your eyes. "Y'all are just weak. Besides, it was mostly Minho and Felix making it. Blame them."
Riley, who was polishing off her bowl, looked up, eyebrows raised. "You were cooking with Minho and Felix? Why didn't you tell us??"
Mya took another tentative sip. "How was it? I mean, after last night-"
She broke off coughing. "Got a chili flake down my throat or something," she downed her glass of water in two gulps.
"Wait, what do you mean 'after last night'?" You demanded, setting your bowl on the floor. "What happened?"
Mya opened her mouth to respond, brows creased in concern, when a yell came from the bottom of the stairs.
"Where are you girls, you're gonna miss out on all the fun!"
"Is Lanhua here??" Mya stood up, sending her half-eaten bowl spinning across the floor. Thankfully, no soup spilled.
