( The hunger rises again. Not for panjeon. Not for anything that Gaon could make him. The act itself, though. He feels it swell, unsettled inside of him. Strange, that he was sure he was above all those things. It certainly had never mattered before. )

Jogaetang.

( Semi-abrupt, but -. )

I've been craving it. There was a restaurant by my university. I'd get the stew whenever it was raining. ( The piece Gaon placed for him gets lifted with a little more reverence than Yohan's previously daring chopstick manhandling. He makes sure to savour it, this time. ) Or Yukgaejang. We'll be stuck with this weather for a while. Butler said so.