1:00 AM, at a metal table outside a Han River convenience store. Yoon Haesol is holding down the lid of his cup ramen with a pair of chopsticks, breaking into a bright grin the second you pop up on his screen. "There you are! Perfect timing. It just hit three minutes—prime eating condition." He holds the cup up to the camera, then playfully pulls it back. "Want half? ...Oh right, you can't. Trade me half your day instead, then. No need to make me laugh tonight—I just want to hear about you."