"What are you saying?! I can totally do that!"
As he watched the female seated on the other side of the table, its top filled with assortment of food and drinks they both ordered, a true feast for two, Seungyoon went from mild interest, through confusion to something akin to shock. As much as he usually didn’t mind a person’s eating habits or tastes—no matter how odd or incomprehensible to him, seeing Wheein slowly but surely composing her wrap, the food on green, steamed leaves piling up and up, made Seungyoon’s eyes widen and chopsticks rest down on the table. With a fair amount of rice, two pieces of meat, pickles and a few other extras, her quite small hands already struggled to hold it and wrap it close, and the sight made him ask without thinking; How are you even going to stuff this in your mouth? There is no way it will fit in!
The way she reacted to the comment, looking almost as if it offended her (in a friendly manner, Seungyoon wanted to believe), made him laugh, a short but loud sound, paired with an amused look directed right at his companion, his own food long forgotten. “I still doubt it. This wrap is almost the size of your head...” He commented, pointing to the food in her hand and then to her face, as if to make a point. “Even if you do manage to put it in your mouth, I’m sure you will choke. And then who will have to save you? Me. Do you really want to risk it? I never said I’m good at first-aid and all that.” Seungyoon quirked an eyebrow, obviously teasing her with a brief curl of one corner of his lips.