While they really should have spoken before now, life happens so much sometimes. It's unfortunate, letting the wound fester longer than it should, but Magne does at least know that it isn't beyond repair. After all, they still work together well in the kitchen, having occasionally paused to have one another taste test to make sure that something was coming out right. He still looks back at her like she hung the stars, and in turn she keeps him within arm's reach, ready and willing to lay a hand on him whenever he's started getting too into his own head. He loves her, and she's coming to terms with the idea that it's mutual.

Accepting the kiss on her cheek is second nature, even with the hiccup they haven't quite gotten over. Her hand immediately lights against his back, before she moves to scoop a heft serving of rice onto his plate, as well as a good amount of both types of meat she had used his cooktop to prepare.

"As long as you're alright staying still for a day," she quips, knowing well enough that he's not exactly likely to take time off if he doesn't have to. But she does see it for what it is: a chance to meet in that intervening time to actually have that talk that had been postponed, before they get back to work as usual.