he’d been stood at their bedroom door, one hand holding a basket full of food, the other knocking on the door a few times before restlessly messing with the hem of his shirt. he’d always been not that great when it came to interacting with people, but just showing up to one of his fellow crew member's doors unannounced — it made his nerves even worse than they usually were. the second the other opened the door, though, there’s a smile that pulls onto the edges of moonkyu's lips. “i- uh.. i know this m-might be a little bit of a surprise.” he starts out, running a hand through blue-tinted locks. ( a nervous habit he’d had ever since childhood. ) “and i’m sorry if i interrupted anything. i made dinner and i ended up making way too much for just me to eat so i was wondering if you’d be i-interested?” the male continues, holding up the basket. “there’s fresh bread, h-handmade noodles. separate containers of red sauce and white sauce, i c-couldn’t decide what i wanted.. so i made both. and there’s some fresh parmesan and garlic butter in here too, for the b-bread. or for w-whatever you want it to be for. t-there's also some red w-wine that's supposed to p-pair nice with both kinds of s-sauce.” he murmurs out, brows raising in anticipation. "f-figured we could have a p-picnic outside on the lawn?"