Oh! It's so warm and it the scent of food makes Dal's stomach clench. He barely has a second to savor it when the ladies ambush them. It takes him a moment to pull his boots off and set them aside since they lace up. He slides into the slippers and shrugs his duffel bag off his shoulder to shed his coat and hand it off. Already, Lark's family give an impression of warmth and general happiness. It's so nice (even if Dal feels a little out of place).

Unsure of how Western this family is, Dal makes a few bows and some quiet 'annyeonghaseyo's. It's more comfortable than shaking hands with people, he thinks. Or maybe he just feels a way about being touched unnecessarily. When they manage to shuffle away from the door, more family awaits. More introductions, more of Dal flexing his fingers under the over-long sleeve of his shirt as they resist the urge to grab Lark's hand.

Though he's quieter than usual, he does make a point to tell Lark's mother that she has a pretty house and how wonderful everything smells. Other than that, Dal really doesn't initiate any conversation with anyone else. But they all seem so happy to see Lark, it makes him smile. After those first hectic 10-15 minutes of activity, Dal finds a chance to grab Lark's sleeve.

"If I can help with anything..."