[ Ah, fuck, the old man he can't escape.

He pauses in the middle of pulling a small pan from the cupboard, giving Jing Yuan that usual pinched exasperated look he tends to get these days. ]

Well, it's all half of them are yapping about....

[ Part of him felt tempted to leave everyone else to cook for once, but it is a group effort...still, this isn't quite his usual wheelhouse. ]

Why, sitting on your own ideas or what? I'm just lookin' at what we have here before I actually decide on something.