"Oh, no, no, I'll give it a good shot for you," Lark insists, reaching to gently grasp Dal's hand with a smile, giving his fingers a squeeze. His Korean is perhaps a bit formal, but he uses a friendly tone with him, perhaps to make up for how nervous he feels about using his at-home language.

He gestures to the rooms. "I've gotta get back but - we can sit on the bench outside when I take my break and you get the food?"