While waiting for Sungmin, Dash has taken to wearing a hole in his floor. It's less that he's nervous and more that he's thinking. Apparently this is a thing he does when he's mulling stuff over and it's what he's doing when he hears a knock at the door.

True to his name, he dashes over to open it, swinging the door wide. He's clad in leggings and an oversized sweater, which is apparently cooking attire. Quick to beckon Sungmin into the kitchen, Dash nods so much his head might very well fall off. "Right," he affirms, waiting to answer the other questions until they've shared that brief embrace.

"Let's see... I know they like seafood, so I got some things- in the refrigerator? You can check anything you want." A beat. "And no food allergies. They told me that." This is said while he shuffles over to the binder, propping it open to page through.