The cafeteria smelled like actual food, and Jin took that as a good sign the moment he stepped through the doors.
Joon stood over one of the makeshift stovetops the recruits had rigged up near the kitchen entrance, flipping something in a pan with more confidence than his actual cooking skills probably warranted. Echo leaned against the counter beside him, arms crossed, offering commentary nobody had asked for.
"You're gonna burn that," Echo said.
"I'm not gonna burn it."
"You're already burning it."
Joon glanced down, swore under his breath, and yanked the pan off the heat a second too late, a thin curl of smoke rising from one corner. "It's fine. It's character."
"It's carbon," Echo said.
