#012

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Sanji isn't sure of a lot of things, but not having fallen asleep in some sort of restaurant, well, that's... that's something he's sure he didn't do. His face had been firmly planted into a counter top, and he's sitting on a stool, and his back HURTS, DAMN.

And it looks like it's not just him that's waking up in this place.]

...Huh? Oi, what the hell's going on now?!



[ooc: Open, herp. Uhhh probably not for journal use, since we'll just be reading Paradisa: The Comic Book. Feel free to threadjack in this post if you want some generalized 'wtf diner' threadage.]

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[hyuuga]

[Not hard to do; just hearing that's enough to keep her hope going on for a good long while.

Though she does giggle at that.]

That sounds wonderful! I-I take it you cook often then?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[That's enough to keep Sanji's engine running. He did a good thing, and her smile is sunny and wondrous!

Yes, he's weird.]

Why, I was born with a spatula in my hand. There's no one better at cooking than me!

[hyuuga]

Is that so? I think that's a good skill to have. Being able to cook and make wondrous food... It's certainly helpful here. Hopefully it is stocked with food, I-I would like to try your cooking with a boast like that.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[He's practically screaming right now, but all that shows outwardly is an angelic smile and a little bow at the waist.]

Then I will make you something delicious, with all haste! [HUP, turning around and leaping over the counter now. If someone's already working back there, they're getting bumped, man.]

[hyuuga]

[Hopefully it's good screaming. Otherwise, that's not entirely what she was aiming for. Compliments, how do they work?]

Ah, I...I didn't mean-- [right this moment...]

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Not to worry! It is the very best screaming possible, Sanji would give nothing else to a lady.]

I'm always ready to work my magic! Don't you worry none~! [Why yes, he can zero in on her voice from far away and with clanging and clashing, no problem.]

[hyuuga]

[Now that is some awesome hearing. She's impressed by that alone.]

Ah, all right. But if you need any help, I-I'll be glad to. Since I did ask...

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[When it comes to finding ways to creep on be impressive to ladies, he truly knows no bounds.]

No, no! Don't sully your fair hands in a disgusting place like this! Simply rest yourself at a table and await my culinary exquisiteness, sweet mellorine!

[hyuuga]

Mellorine...?

[Half of what he said just went over her head. Because what are compliments.]

Um, OK, then... And if it is that dirty, then...I-I wouldn't mind helping to clean.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Horror! He'd actually be offended she just offered to dirty herself for his stupid self, but being offended by a woman is... it's just alien.]

No, that's quite alright! I can handle all of the clean-up myself, do not soil your fair hands!

[hyuuga]

[Wow, he's a different one. Normally any guy she said that to would be more than glad to pass off the work to her. Plus, she's done worse things to her hands than wash dishes.]

Only if you are certain that you won't need any help...

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Different is a very kind word to describe him. 'Overzealous romantic nutcase' is a much more accurate, though still polite, thing.]

Positive! I'd never ask unless it was the most dire circumstance, never you fear, miss!

[hyuuga]

[She only uses kind, polite words to describe people.]

Um, I-I think we'd have other things to worry about if...if it was a dire circumstance.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[A living saint, this one. We'll see how her patience can last.]

Quite so, but I'd still have you somewhere safe and protected, my dear! I can handle anything big and ugly that needs a swift kick somewhere unpleasant.

[hyuuga]

[That is quite the accomplishment: to sound not only like a younger Shikamaru, but her cousins as well.]

I-I don't doubt that... But if I see you in need of help, then I'll do my best. Because it would be wrong to let you struggle.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[To all of his overprotective and frankly stupid brethren, he salutes you!]

Do not think so, please! It is my place to suffer to spare a lady from doing so! It's my desire, so please do not worry yourself.

[hyuuga]

[Wow, he's really set on that. And she's not up for arguing unless this was really a life-or-death situation, then she would just do it.]

All right. If...if you'd really like to, then...it really is not my place to tell you to do otherwise.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[If there's one thing he's dead-set on, it's being as purely subservient and accommodating to a lady as possible. Having her help him out like that... would probably result in tears and profuse claims that he was not worthy.]

I'm glad you think so! Don't worry, this is what I love to do, I'm in no pain cooking for you~!

[hyuuga]

Mm, if you say so. And if it is something you love to do, then... I won't push it.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

Thank you, my dear, I'm glad you see it my way. Now, what would you like to eat? Looks like they've got some of everything back here!

[hyuuga]

Um, I'm not very picky... Just, whatever you want to make. I'm sure I'll enjoy it.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

I'll make something extra special for you then!

[MANLY cooking, begins! There's plenty of sounds of banging, clanging, and sizzling coming out that door in no time.]

[hyuuga]

[Just...not even going to attempt to try arguing about not having to make her something special. She is kind of getting that it would do no good.

Instead, she moves from her booth seat to the counter. Because it's closer and because she's kind of curious as to what he could be making in there. Surprises, she doesn't really do them.]

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[It takes him just a short while to emerge, with... what appears to be hamburger makings transformed into some kind of salad. Somehow, he can even make that look appetizing, with plenty of lettuce and tomato, bits of perfectly-cooked meat sprinkled about it, 'special sauce' with a few key additions for dressing, and toasted bun chunks for croutons!]

It's not much, but I think it gets the job done.

[hyuuga]

[Not much? She's almost curious as to what he would consider to be "not much". Because, if she's honest, she hasn't seen something that appetizing since she arrived in Paradisa.]

It looks delicious! Much better than anything the castle makes... Thank you.

[And then she's seeing if it tastes as delicious as it looks. Starting with those baked bun croutons.]