[ It is a good, good idea. Sharing food is always good. ]
Not even a fully vegetarian style one? [ Oh. He scrolls through the menu a little further, and looks over the tempura options. ] Yes, that sounds good.
So, a nigiri platter, a roll selection with spicy tuna and eel, and a selection of vegetable tempura. Anything else?
[He leans over with an appreciative hum at how gone that chicken is, just a beautiful blank spot in the bento box.] If I'd known you'd take to that one, would've--
[...]
... Bought more.
[Yes. "Bought" instead of "made". Well done, Sanji, you're still incognito.]
[ How does he handle being this much of a smooth operator? ]
It was good. [ IN HIS DEFENCE. ] Sometimes people add too much ginger to dishes like that, and it's too overwhelming. That was just enough.
[ ... Yes. "Bought". He's not going to pry if Sanji isn't up for discussing exactly where this food magically came from, but... his look is a little flat, regardless. ]
[Flat looks are only gonna encourage him, Yusuke. He's been caught as far as he can tell, but seeing as he hasn't been verbally called out on his bullshit --
The game continues.
If you can call this shit a game. Whatever, Sanji's having fun.]
Yes, that would put a dent in gaining a big customer base. Lucky for him, you found the place and are willing to share the food served there with the world.
[Well, regardless of whether or not he agrees with that sentiment, Sanji seems to have realized he hasn't seated himself since entering the kitchen. He's been standing around instead, moving his weight from foot to foot, and now runs his stare up and down the bento boxes in thought.]
I don't mind. I wouldn't turn down food, and certainly not good food.
[ He pauses, and looks down at the boxes himself. Regardless of the story behind where this food actually came from, or who it was that had actually prepared it, someone had still paid for and prepared ingredients for this - and there was a lot of food here. Even if it had been extra handed off from a restaurant or whatever it was that Sanji was claiming, continuing to accept free food didn't feel right.
It was different when it was Akira or Elliot setting aside leftovers of their own dinners for him in the fridge, after all. ]
Although I would be happier to at least provide money for ingredients if that's the case. Even if this is extra leftovers, someone has still bought and paid for the means to create it.
[There's another noise at that, almost like a puff of laughter. Will wonders never cease here.]
If it matters to you, sure.
[It's an angle Sanji had already taken into consideration (and frankly, taken out of Baren's bank account with a vengeance, that's what the bastard gets for making Sanji his personal chef), so money is hardly an issue. The food he brought today? A gift and a promise fulfilled.
But he's a practical man, and there are bills to pay, and more mouths to feed down the line. Maybe. If Yusuke feels better paying for the labor, Sanji decides he's got no right to complain about it.]
-- But don't lose sleep over it, s'not like I'm hard up for cash.
I see. That's good to know then, but I've found cooking in general tends to be the biggest expense after my art supplies, and if you're doing it for fun then even more so. I don't mind contributing.
[ He can't even take credit for this one. Sanji, you utterly played yourself there. ]
I thought you said you burned macaroni cheese, though? Did something change?
[HE KNOWS, which is why he can only stand there and stew in his own stupidity. Don't get him wrong, it wasn't even a good lie to stand by, but it'd been amusing in its own way...
SIGH.]
... I remembered how to cook.
[Like a petulant child who broke his own toy.]
But I don't know how half this shit is supposed to taste, so. I needed a volunteer.
[ It's accompanied by a finger snapping motion, but the sound isn't strong. What a strange thing to suddenly remember - let alone what a strange thing for Retrospec to take from him in the first place. ]
That is quite a jump in skill though - especially if you were just guessing the flavours. [ He's looking at the food again now, a little more thoughtfully. ] It was all fairly accurate, if authenticity is what you're concerned about. Maybe a little more mirin and sugar in the tamagoyaki, but that's more a case of personal preference on my part than incorrect flavours.
[yusuke at this rate you're gonna get your first grey hair at like, 22
But it's birthday time! Haru nods at that, radiating pride over her work.]
I did! [Since they're in the kitchen, and Haru's been here enough to know where everything is by heart, she moves to get a couple of plates, forks, and napkins.] I did some research regarding Japanese desserts and pastries. I didn't realize they made shortcakes differently until then! [And though she does grab things to eat said shortcake with, she doesn't cut the cake just yet. She knows Yusuke might want to admire it first.]
[ NO VEGGIE MAKIS FOR THEM. They're slowly breaching that 25 USD limit for both of them, but Akira kindly drops that it's his friend birthday. Unfortunately, not discount comes with that, but they do provide green tea ice cream for those celebrating.
With a sigh, Akira relents and orders with them, all that they planned. ]
How can you forget about your own birthday, Yusuke? Not judging, only curious.
I only know the way my mother used to make them - how would you make a shortcake? [ Soft and fluffy, with cream and strawberries was really the only way he could think of.
This looks incredibly similar to those - delicate and fluffy, with a light dusting of sugar. ]
How many attempt did this take? [ HE'S. JUST BEING CURIOUS. ]
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