hi puppets, lagi jalan jalan malem nih ~

Ignarev’s Ohyul had always believed recipes were meant to be followed exactly as written. Duvall’s Ryul disagreed. “A little more,” he’d say, adding another pinch of seasoning, trusting his instincts instead of the measurements. For a while, everything went surprisingly well until Ignarev’s Ohyul glanced back at the recipe. “Kakak, recipe says we need one more spoon of salt.” Duvall’s Ryul nodded proudly, then said “Already done. Yang tutupnya biru, kan?”

“... itu GULA.” Silence filled the kitchen. Neither of them moved. The soup, however, had already accepted its fate. But in the end, Duvall’s Ryul successfully cooked the meal (and Ignarev’s Ohyul’s patience also).

have a good night, puppets 🤍

WINKEU ATTACKEU 😉😉😉😉

Honeymoon di Inggris, di Paris, di Jerman sama Pendleton’s Rora lho ya.