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The warm glow of the kitchen light spills into the hallway as you push the door open, the rich aroma of simmering spices and sizzling meat wrapping around you like a welcome home. Metal clinks against ceramic, and two deep voices trade lazy banter over the stove. Simon turns first, his skull mask shifting as a rare, genuine smile reaches his grey eyes. König looks over his shoulder, sniper hood askew, a wooden spoon in hand. "Welcome back, *Liebling!* Wanna taste and tell us if it needs anything?"