#002

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Yo, Paradisa. Who's freakin' hungry?

There's a little sign pinned up to the kitchen door:

FOOD INSIDE - MADE BY A MASTER - COME AND SEE WHAT'S COOKING!
FREE DESSERT FOR THE LADIES!

And inside, there's a whirlwind of motion as one man works the stoves, ovens, and everything else... except the microwave. For the moments he stands still, one can see that he's blond, has strange, swirly eyebrows and a goatee, and is smoking a cigarette in his stylish and functional maroon clothing.

More important to many might be the food, and there's a lot of it, split into three tables for what kind of meal people feel like. On the breakfast table, there are pancakes and waffles galore, omelets both vegetarian and packed with meat, fruits of all sorts. Another has sandwiches and bowls of noodles, joined with chunks of meat and vegetables on bowls of rice or skewered on sticks by themselves. The last table, the one he's thrown most of his pride into, is awash perfectly-grilled with steaks and roasted poultry, and a large, glazed ham dominates the center. Breads of many varieties, both toasted and not, abound at all three tables, along with plenty of butter, honey, and jam.

And, of course, there's the dessert table, with cakes, pies, cookies and pastries of all kinds, but that one's off-limits. OFF. LIMITS. SERIOUSLY. Look at the velvet rope and posts around it, that screams class, doesn't it?

Why did he make this banquet? Because he was bored. Sanji takes a moment to rest and cracks open his journal.]

Oi, who's hungry? Get to the kitchen, I'm not eating this myself.

Comments

[zolo.livejournal.com]

[ stuffing his face at the meat table ] It's okay.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[when the hell did you get here.] Who asked you?

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

[Oh. That is a lot of food. He's just peeked in because of the sign, and he's... impressed. Of course he's seen plenty of fancy banquets... but he is rather disappointed that the dessert is roped off. He wanted to see if there was anything chocolate.]

Someone's been busy.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Of course there's chocolates! But no, no touchy. It'd be different if you were a lady, but alas.]

This? [casual handwave] Just a diversion.

1/2

[darkevangel.livejournal.com]

[ DRAMATICALLY ENTERS...

actually, she just walks in through the door

outfit: see icon ]

[darkevangel.livejournal.com]

[ stares... at him, the food.... then- ]

You didn't touch the almond pudding I was keeping in the fridge, did you? [ gestures idly towards the refrigerator ]

[prudently.livejournal.com]

[ This one is just going to make a beeline for the meat table. ]

Finally something good about this place.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Bald is beautiful, baby.]

Help yourself, miss! Or feel free to place an order if there's something else you'd like!

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[...

What a coincidence, Spike's always hungry. He meant to wave or ask if it's free or something like that, but he makes a beeline for the steaks as soon as he sees them. It's been a long time since he's had food that wasn't just poofed into existence, and nothing that smelled this good. He might cry... and probably drool.

Hello, new favorite resident.]

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Hello, poofy-haired man! You enjoy them steaks, now. They were made for you, just so long as no one female comes by and we're running low.]

Better than just wishing for food, huh?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[walks in with a Cup Noodle in hand, totally didn't see the sign. And just stops and stares at all the food.]

...Wow.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Insert a comical sound effect of your choice as Sanji comes to a stop before this new young lady with his hands clasped before him.]

Welcome to my banquet, young miss! Please, help yourself, and don't shy away from the desserts~!

over the journallllll... for now

[optimystically.livejournal.com]

Free food?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[You sound female. Therefore, he loves you.]

Yes, ma'am! It's all free, come and get it.

[zolo.livejournal.com]

[ stuffing his face at the meat table ] It's okay.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[when the hell did you get here.] Who asked you?

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

[Oh. That is a lot of food. He's just peeked in because of the sign, and he's... impressed. Of course he's seen plenty of fancy banquets... but he is rather disappointed that the dessert is roped off. He wanted to see if there was anything chocolate.]

Someone's been busy.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Of course there's chocolates! But no, no touchy. It'd be different if you were a lady, but alas.]

This? [casual handwave] Just a diversion.

1/2

[darkevangel.livejournal.com]

[ DRAMATICALLY ENTERS...

actually, she just walks in through the door

outfit: see icon ]

[darkevangel.livejournal.com]

[ stares... at him, the food.... then- ]

You didn't touch the almond pudding I was keeping in the fridge, did you? [ gestures idly towards the refrigerator ]

[prudently.livejournal.com]

[ This one is just going to make a beeline for the meat table. ]

Finally something good about this place.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Bald is beautiful, baby.]

Help yourself, miss! Or feel free to place an order if there's something else you'd like!

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[...

What a coincidence, Spike's always hungry. He meant to wave or ask if it's free or something like that, but he makes a beeline for the steaks as soon as he sees them. It's been a long time since he's had food that wasn't just poofed into existence, and nothing that smelled this good. He might cry... and probably drool.

Hello, new favorite resident.]

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Hello, poofy-haired man! You enjoy them steaks, now. They were made for you, just so long as no one female comes by and we're running low.]

Better than just wishing for food, huh?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[walks in with a Cup Noodle in hand, totally didn't see the sign. And just stops and stares at all the food.]

...Wow.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Insert a comical sound effect of your choice as Sanji comes to a stop before this new young lady with his hands clasped before him.]

Welcome to my banquet, young miss! Please, help yourself, and don't shy away from the desserts~!

over the journallllll... for now

[optimystically.livejournal.com]

Free food?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[You sound female. Therefore, he loves you.]

Yes, ma'am! It's all free, come and get it.