"I wanna eat it." The one thing Seong's good at making. "Whenever you feel up to it. You can make it here if you want." He hopes that invitation will be one Seong accepts. He hasn't officially met Seong's roommate and he's really not inclined to. The fewer people he knows in this building, the better.

Matthias grins, taking a bite from his own plate. He chews and nods in approval, then leans in to steal a quick, chaste kiss (they're eating, after all). "I'll cook for you whenever you want." The perk of his day job is that the hours are set. So he's always home for dinner.