Longer than he's going to admit out loud, honestly. ]
...
[ Hm. ]
It's good. [ There's a pause, while he glances over at Sanji. ] I'm not exactly a food critic, so I'm not going to pick out nuances if that's what they're looking for. But it tastes like what I would expect from Japanese food, yes.
The tamagoyaki isn't as sweet as I'd usually expect, but that's not necessarily a critique.
[ He's grabbing another one as he's talking, so obviously he doesn't have any problem with them. ]
[With a hum, he knocks his knuckles against his chin, then eyes the tamagoyaki with a narrowed stare. FIne, he'll do better next ti-- goddamn THE CAFE WILL DO BETTER NEXT TIME]
[An exaggerated pause, and honestly, Sanji doesn't know why he's so attached to his dumb lie, Yusuke's not gonna take the plastic bag and choke him to death if Sanji reveals the truth, but knowing that fact doesn't stop him from grinning weakly in the other guy's direction, rubbing sheepishly at the nape of his neck.]
Kinda... vanished, y'know? Like how some of the other buildings did last month.
[Just poof. Gone. Forever. Like it never existed in the first place. +_+]
[ Yes... And Akira is glad that he decided to save money—though before he started a life with friends, he wasn't sure what to do with it aside from spend it on some games, films, books.
But it's a lot more fulfilling spent on other. He flips over to the roll section, scanning through the descriptions. ]
[ Yusuke just kinda... stop what he was doing - breaking apart a bit of that salmon with his chopsticks, fyi - and just kinda stares at Sanji for a moment. Something about that sounds off, somehow?
But he's fairly sure that Haru had had an incident with shops vanishing and merging - something like the florists she'd worked at had merged with another? He can't say it's not true. ]
It completely vanished? That's a shame. I don't think there's such a thing as too many Japanese restaurants.
[ Maybe he should be saving some of this, if the place had just up and vanished...? ]
[ He's literally not stopped eating for more than ten seconds, Sanji?? Fishing for compliments makes you look desperate. But the... oddly intense stare hasn't gone under the radar, so he's answering truthfully: ]
You asked my opinion. If it was bad, I would have said so.
[ C'mon. Yusuke doesn't sugar coat what he thinks, this has been very well established by now. ]
[Yusuke he knows you haven't eaten since this morning, you might be starving and would eat dog treats if someone put a garnish on it--]
Mmm, true, you're not that lying sort of bastard.
[-- but Yusuke's firm reaction seems to have settled Sanji's reservations, even if he offers the crudest sort of agreement. Ah well, he wouldn't be Sanji otherwise.]
[ You'd be heckin' right m'dude. But he can be probably stop himself eating literally everything in sight if Sanji wanted to eat something as well? Except the chicken. That's his. ]
I'm not so hungry that I'd stab you with a chopstick if you were planning to eat as well.
[A snort. Sanji really hadn't planned on eating anything (though he hadn't been lying about accidentally making way too much; his hands are accustomed to making food for nine).
He also figures he might catch some flak if he turns down the invitation, so.]
Alright. How about...
[The spicy pork, if there's any left of that. He'll steal a fork from somewhere before scooping a modest amount, rolling the flavor over his tongue]
... Tch. Overdid it with the garlic. [A little. It's passable.]
[A moment's bemusement doesn't change Sanji's opinion, though his expression eventually relaxes. It's a subtle difference, to be honest, not enough to ruin the dish, but a steadier hand would've turned the dish into something more respectable.]
[ Good job Sanji, Yusuke's just... eyeballing him now. Tapping his chopsticks almost absently against his mouth and he does, until he realises what he's doing and what he could be doing with the chopsticks instead. At which point he immediately goes back to FoOd, and grabs a piece of pumpkin. ]
So, uh--! Anyway. Which one's your favorite so far?
[The attempt to steer this conversation back on the train tracks wouldn't be so painful if Sanij weren't so obviously hamming it up now, just beaming with the overblown sincerity of a child whose about to get caught for writing on the walls.]
[ Mmhmm. There's nothing that Sanji wants to share with the class, then? Nothing at all? ]
... [ After a second, Yusuke goes to motion where the chicken is but, uh. It's more a case of where the chicken was at this point, so he ends up just doing a sort of midair circle with the chopsticks. ]
The chicken was good; and the pumpkin. I'd say those, so far.
[ Clearly, acting lessons were never part of Sanji's journey to Discover A Creative Outlet. ]
[ Akira hums thoughtfully as his eyes stray to the spicy tuna roll. He does like tune... And he is training himself in the spicy art. He taps on the table once, twice.
I think we're still a little too young to feel worn out just yet!
[Save it for when they're older like the muns. Haru moves to the kitchen table, a little bounce in her step, and sets the box as well as the other presents down on it.]
These are actually from both Maman and myself. [She shakes her wrist a bit - still pretty itchy there, especially after one of the boxes brushed up against it.] I'd recommend opening the white box first!
[And if Yusuke does, he'll find a strawberry shortcake, made with spongecake and whipped cream, the traditional Japanese way to do so.]
... I think we can feel worn out whenever our bodies decide it is time to feel worn out. [ Says the guy who consistently pulls 24 hour days, I WONDER WHY HE'S WORN OUT A LOT, GEEZ.
The wrist shake isn't missed. His own has been h e l l but he's taken to patting at his wrist whenever it starts in an attempt to stave off scratching. ]
Oh...?
[ Hold up then, it's time to open the box and... oh. The smell of fresh cream and fruits is strong, and it looks beautiful. ] Did you make this yourself? It looks beautiful...!
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