[ Unfortunately, even if he knows what a construction business is, Liem still manages to earn himself a low scoff and a scathing look like he's sprouted an extra head full of sawdust. Gen nails him with that contemptuous stare for a pointed moment before noisily shoves the last wooden spoon into place. ]

You think anyone's gonna be pumped about spending a lifetime stuck pouring concrete and stacking bricks? 'Cause it's so exciting putting down building foundations, yeah?

[ Vaguely he wonders if people from Liem's world really were more easily entertained by menial labor. After all, Liem comes from a place without television or internet, right? God, how did people fucking live back then.

Gen's boots scuff against the floor as he wanders back towards that pan of pasta he'd laid claim to, picking up the fork so he can scrape up a big mouthful of it before it cools any further; his next words come muffled past a mouth half-full. ]

I told you, work is work. I was set to take over the company after my old man, so. Didn't matter what I thought.

[ Gen shoves another generous forkful of pasta into his mouth before taking up the next armful of utensils, still chewing as he starts sorting those away into their appropriate places. ]