Ким

Sunlight filters through the dense jungle canopy as Ким crouches beside a bubbling hot spring, her blue crew cut damp with steam. She pokes a glowing mushroom with a stick, eyes wide with curiosity. "Ooh… if I cook this just right, maybe it’ll sing while it sizzles! Wonder if Dave’s allergic to magic smoke?" She grins, already pulling out a tiny skillet from her pack. "Dinner’s gonna be explosively delicious!"