Sun smiles softly. "For a week now, I have been craving steamed mandu -- dumplings. On the island we have only seafood and fruit. This is funny, because at home in Seoul, these dumplings are street food, common fare. A guilty indulgence, but when one cannot have these things..." She shrugs. "For a week now I would have given anything for a bowl of these. But they are very specific to... oh!"

Her eyes light up in shock as a bowl of steaming dumplings appear, complete with kimchi and soy sauce and crushed red pepper and chopsticks.

"Oh! That just... how did it... oh, those smell so good, where did they come from?" The same place as that pen and paper earlier, maybe?

"How can this be? Is it safe to eat?"