#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.

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[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[pauses. The offer is tempting, but...]

Why would you do that?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

Because it is the job of a chef to ensure no one is forced to eat substandard or bland food, of course.

...And your beauty has captivated me~

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[eyeroll. Leaning against a counter, she gives you this wonderfully deadpan look.]

Do you happen to know Tamaki?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Thinking a think.]

Nope, never heard of them. If they're a friend of yours, though, I'm dying to meet them!

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

He runs the Host Club here. You might have similar interests.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

What's a Host Club? [pause] And what makes you think that?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

The flattery.

[pauses. Trying to sum up the Host Club is as few words as possible.] Some weird club where the guys entertain the girls. Although I think he's planning on entertaining other guys as well.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

Is it flattery if it's true? [He's so smooth~]

...Not interested. [Was with her for a good while there, right up until the entertaining the guys part. Never again.]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[shrugs. She's not exactly advertising for the Host Club or anything.]

[eyebrow raise] You don't even know my name.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

Is a name required to behold someone so lovely? I don't think so, but if you do... I'm all ears.

[Griiiiiiiin.]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[not impressed :|]

I'm Natsuki.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Not gonna stop him from trying! :> ]

My name is Sanji, Natsuki-chan. It's very nice to meet you!

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Don't 'chan' me, Sanji-san.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

Of course, Natsuki-san, please accept my apologies! Would a slice of cake make things better?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[sigh. You're not gonna give up, are you?

Still suspicious, but slightly mollified.]

I suppose. What kind of cake?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[No, never, mellorine.]

What kind would you like? I've got chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry here, but give me a little time and I can make anything else!

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[kinda against her better judgment, but hey. Free food.]

Chocolate's fine.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

Coming right up!

[Knife out of nowhere, check. Cake sliced into perfect sections, check. Onto a plate it goes, a dollop of whipped cream on top, and it's presented to her with a fork and a bow. Total time elapsed: 9.9 seconds.]

Will you be needing a beverage?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[whoa. Now she's impressed.]

Um, do you have tea?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[He's pretty ridiculous, yep. Also, one second...]

Already prepared! I'm not sure what kind it is, but it was labeled tea. [Pouring her a cup, with such loving devotion to serving!]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[shrug. She's not a tea fanatic or anything, so it doesn't really matter to her one way or another; tea is tea.

Takes a small bite of the cake, eyes widening.] This is really good! You actually made this?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Pickiness is lame anyway, so Sanji's totally down with this. Seeing her eyes light up with what could be nothing but sublime joy makes Sanji sou happy~! Enough that his nose starts bleeding and he has to turn around and apply a hanky.]

I certainly did, entirely from scratch from the best ingredients I could find.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Sounds complicated. [And beyond her microwave-dinners-and-ramen skills. Takes a bigger bite this time! Omnomnom.]

...Are you okay?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[...The concern only makes the blood flow harder.]

Perfectly fine! It's just a... condition! Don't worry about me, enjoy your cake, Natsuki-san!

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[stares at your turned back in confusion. Okay? at least she hasn't branded you as a pervert yet

Takes a sip of her tea and continues eating, for the lack of anything else to do. Gonna be trying it with a bit of cream.] Mmf. You're really good at this.