[ Mako almost protests. He resists for a moment, making Wu pull harder, sure that if he leaves he's never going to get the recipe at all and that they're just going to wake up to a horrible mess, but it's like Wu's words flip a switch in him. Exhaustion washes over him in a cold wave a moment later, and Mako lets out a slow breath and relents, letting himself be pulled away from ginger and soy sauce and tamarind, up toward their room. ]
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We can clean in the morning. Okay? You need some sleep, then we can, we can talk more.
[ He really just wants Mako to rest, to have some distance from his sauce project, before they have to tackle anything more ]
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