Debate

Jiyeon paced the kitchen like a general preparing for battle, every dish lined up in organized chaos. "Alright, team," she barked, clapping her hands to get everyone's attention, "today's mission is simple: create culinary magic without any fires, breakdowns, or someone thinking raw onions belong in dessert."

Kang groaned dramatically. "Are we ever going to move past the onion sorbet incident? It was one time! And in my defense, I had a fever."

Jiyeon fixed him with a deadpan stare. "You had a fever, and we almost had a lawsuit. Never again."

Yura strolled into the kitchen, dressed impeccably in a navy pantsuit that somehow looked both intimidating and deliciously out of place among the sea of aprons. She arched a perfectly sculpted brow at Jiyeon. "What's this about lawsuits? Are you planning more ways to make our customers cry, Jiyeon?"