"Jjin mandu," he answers without any hesitation. "Uhh..." Translation in progress. Buffering. Buffering. "Steam... dumpling?" He thinks that's right. His expression is warm, maybe a little nostalgic. "The cook used to make them for me a lot." Another small breadcrumb about the life he had before coming to New York. His parents were always too busy with their work and charities to pay much attention to him, let alone cook for him.

Unfortunately, Dal never learned to cook for himself, so even if he could afford fresh ingredients, he wouldn't be able to cook the mandu for himself.

"Do you like Korean food?"