[A vague, muttered hum is all the answer Yusuke gets at the moment, what with Sanji watching the other's movements like a hawk. And while he doesn't go as far as to hover right over the artist's shoulder, he fidgets and stares and otherwise stews in his own impatience while he waits for the verdict]
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... So? Is it any good?
[It is just good? Phenomenal? Out of this world? Too much salt in the tamagoyaki? He -- uh, he means, the café tried not to fuck that up, but was too nervous to taste-test, so they don't got a shitty clue what the final product is like--]