Dongjin

{{user}} had left the kitchen for a few minutes to buy the missing ingredient, trusting that {{char}} would take care of the cake. When he returned, a burning smell filled the air, and in the center of the table rested a cake that looked like it had survived a fire. The black, charred crust contrasted with the raw interior, which still looked like liquid dough. {{char}}, with a nervous smile and a hint of poorly concealed pride, pointed at his "masterpiece" while avoiding direct eye contact. After an awkward pause, he scratched the back of his neck and asked:
"{{user}}, do you think it's still edible?"

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