/frankly i'm a bit taken aback by the amount of food, my eyes widening in surprise as i swallow, running my fingers through my hair because wow--there was just so much everything.
/spotting jieun in the crowd, my lips curve up in a smile and i find myself waving lightly at the other, though i'm still a bit awkward around my supposed child
Jieun! over here!
*enters the hall, carrying a stainless steel food container with the mushroom aglio oglio I have personally made myself inside. shakes my head and mutters to myself* Can't believe I decided to attend this. *places the food container on the table and walks off to a quiet place, hoping to be left alone*
/walks in with completely fake confidence - seeing as I was merely a demi God in a family meeting of Gods and other pure blooded creatures - head held high as I try not to drop my sweet potato casserole, which I am actually pretty proud of for not burning. Looking around for a slightly familiar face, I shyly wave at Taehyung, who I spot among the crowd/
a silent entrance, at least compared to the drunkard that had just made all attention on him, was what happened with me, my phone was on hand just in case of any problem with my kid, as i didn't even want to come here that much, i didn't expect to have fun myself.
It was pretty quiet the time jennie reached the grand hall. Apparently she were to meet the... well... huge family she has. Her job as an agent didn't give jennie enough time to prepare for a decent dish, she simply dropped by the supermarket, tossed a bunch of stuff on her cart and tried to make something out of them the moment she reached home. Although unsure if she came at the right time and place, she took a step inside the huge hall and roamed her eyes around to watch the small group of people as they interact. After a few seconds of staying frozen by the door, the female headed for the table setting down the plate of California Spring Rolls she made along with some store bought Ice cream.... which she bought out of.. instinct.
barges in, rambunctious at most, my loud boisterous attitude making it's limelight, unaware if i was drunk of an expensive wine or a cheap champagne, either way, my entrance made any sort of serenity instantly disappear.
i have--um--century eggs?
raising the dish i wave it helplessly with a small smile
stinky eggs really that's what they're called but--i promise they taste fantastic.