[His gaze bounces between the chopsticks, the food, Yusuke's face, staring at all three like he's sniffing for lies. It's back again, that strange investment in a café Sanji's only just discovered (and apparently lost sight of, if his statements are to be believed).
But he's hanging on Yusuke's word again, and pins the other with a glance that holds weight to it.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
Wanna place an order for next time? If this shitty café ever pops up again.
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.
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[His gaze bounces between the chopsticks, the food, Yusuke's face, staring at all three like he's sniffing for lies. It's back again, that strange investment in a café Sanji's only just discovered (and apparently lost sight of, if his statements are to be believed).
But he's hanging on Yusuke's word again, and pins the other with a glance that holds weight to it.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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[ Hey, he stopped eating for a second there. The part about him not eating since the morning is, unfortunately, true.
Come to think of it. ]
Have you tried any of this? Or did you eat enough at the cafe when you were there?
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[... It's something that slips out more than anything, but Sanji decides in the moment he might as well commit to some level of honesty here.]
Didn't get a chance to.
[...]
Figured you hadn't eaten, so...
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I'm not so hungry that I'd stab you with a chopstick if you were planning to eat as well.
[ As a ... side note? Point? ]
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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.]
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...
... only then does he lean over, pluck a piece from the box and try it. ]
It tastes fine to me.
[ If there is too much garlic in the dish, he can't taste it at all.
... ...
... Interesting. ]
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[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.]
Well. Whatever.
S'alright for a--
[a first try
....]
For takeout.
[NICE SAVE]
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Yes. For a takeout, this is very good.
[ tAkEoUt, yes. ]
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He fucked it up, didn't he.]
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.]
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... [ 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. ]
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[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.]
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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. ]
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The game continues.
If you can call this shit a game. Whatever, Sanji's having fun.]
Wanna place an order for next time? If this shitty café ever pops up again.
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野菜炒めと揚げないとんかつ。またはニラ玉丼ぶり。
I'm sure the café workers would be able to translate it, if necessary.
[ ♩✧♪●♩○♬☆ ]
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See, it's shit like that that'll keep you from getting fed.
[JERK? HE CAN'T COOK IF HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT?]
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[ Hmm, hmmm. ]
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Where's the fun in that?]
Eh.
I'll discuss it with the head chef.
If I see him again.
Kinda picky about his customers and all.
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I see.
It must be tricky to keep a business running that way. I wish him good luck.
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[Just gonna keep this bullshit train rollin' down the tracks]
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[ A hero. ]
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[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.]
So you don't care if I bring more sometime?
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[ 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.
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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.
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WHOOPS how did I miss this
the email alert curse!
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