“What’s with him today…” “Iho! You’re here. Have some rice cakes.” Kim headed straight from Mingyu’s desk to Iho’s. Iho accepted the rice cakes she held out with both hands. “Thanks…” Afraid his appraisals would pop up again over the assortment, he quickly set them down on the desk. Kim didn’t leave right away, lingering a moment before bringing up her business. “So. About the coding class on the in-house lecture list. You’re the one in charge, right?” “Yeah.” “So, do I sign up with you, or?”