[The question wasn't even that absurd but it made Zhao want to laugh hysterically all the same. It was, in fact, the question combined with the surprisingly familiar voice that made Zhao want to laugh so heartily. It reminded him of a conversation once had with someone he'd grown to call friend. A voice he hadn't heard in over a year so he couldn't help but wonder if it were a trick.]

No. Why, do you want some? Because I can probably scrounge up the ingredients for it.

[He answered without turning to look at the person behind him. His tone of voice was casual and easy-going as it tended to be. Especially here. He had no reason not to be relaxed and social in this tiny community that only slightly knew of his past.

Zhao finished working on one of the meals he was cooking and set it aside. Then he turned down the heat on one of the dishes still cooking on the stove and finally, finally he turned around to take a look at the person who asked the question.

His eyes widened slightly but the surprise was hidden by the disbelieving smirk that covered it up instead. It was certainly a sight.]

Ne, what are you doing here? Don't say anything that'll suck to hear like someone died, all right? I don't wanna hear it.