Gritnoise! Today I, Gritner’s Anton, went out for hotpot brunch with my friends, Roesjad’s Wonbin, Edurne’s Wonbin, Caintje’s Wonbin, Sveic’s Anton, Walst’s Wonbin, Rocheveil’s Wonbin, and Scythe’s Anton & Sohee. We didn’t plan much, just followed hunger and ended up around a table that slowly filled with steam, noise, and comfort. The broth kept bubbling, my phone stayed face down, and everyone talked over each other like we always do.

Edurne’s Wonbin was halfway through telling a story when Sveic’s Anton accidentally spilled the sauce, everywhere. For a split second there was silence, then chaos. Roesjad’s Wonbin grabbed tissues, I laughed too loud, Caintje’s Wonbin tried to save the table, Rocheveil’s Wonbin wouldn’t stop teasing, Scythe’s Anton just smiled, Scythe’s Sohee made it worse with jokes, and Walst’s Wonbin kept saying, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” while laughing anyway.

Nothing big happened, really. Just food, laughter, and time slowing down. And somehow, that was everything.