[ He's not going to argue with the idea of eating food once they're at the stall - nor is he going to linger at the art, as much as he'd like to. He knows the drill by now. There's menu attached to the counter with a cord, but it's long enough for him to pluck one up and pull it over to them so they can see what's available. ]
Is that common? To share recipes from restaurants and stalls?
[ Oh. The quesadillas look good. And smoked salmon tostadas? Looking over the description, it looks almost refreshing compared to some of the heavier, spicier dishes. ]
Although there's no harm in asking. They do seem to have some quite unique ideas here.
[Holy shit, you can do that with salmon? Briefly, Sanji entertains the idea of breaking the cord holding the menu in place (hey, pirates gotta pirate), but after a moment's thought, he settles for pulling out his phone and opening up a memo app.
... He is absolutely typing up the entire menu. For. Reasons.]
[ Wow, Sanji... you can't just steal a whole menu that is literally what the cord is there for. Yusuke just... gently tugs Sanjiās hand away from the cord. No breaking. But he does exactly nothing to stop him copying the entire menu while the owners arenāt looking. ]
[IT'S NOT STEALING IF IT'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM...!]
Of course we are, I don't know what they taste like.
[Which he phrases like it's an egregious oversight that must be corrected immediately. But hey, Yusuke can tug him away once Sanji is finished his business. They're near the front of the line and barely have to wait before it's their turn to order, and after nudging Yusuke in the side:]
[ IT IS IF ITāS BREAKING A CORD TO GET IT....! Says the thief to the pirate. ]
My initial impression would be āvery niceā, but that seems like a good enough reason.
[ Yusuke keeps looking over the menu - there are a lot of other nice things on the menu, such as various empanadas, that would be a nice extra but his attention gets snapped away pretty quickly. ]
What? No, I can pay. Youāre the one that found this place, I can at least buy lunch.. [ That, and someone here didnāt just drop a lot of money on spices. ]
[A pause, in which Sanji turns the full force of his stare on Yusuke. He can't believe they're about to have an "who gets to pay" argument. Isn't that a second-date milestone?]
... Sure.
[-- Or he could just decide to be an adult because who the fuck cares. Let the starving artist have his moment.]
[ Stare all you want Sanji. He's very good to look at, wink wonk. But when Sanji agrees to let him pay, he just nods and goes back to looking at the menu. ]
Alright. I'm going to get these as well... [ He taps his finger over the menu option for the buttermilk chicken tacos - chicken, habanero and white onion relish with a spiced mayonnaise. It sounds lovely.
It's not long before they're ordering, and Yusuke pays for both the orders without any hassle. Good, because he's hungry now. Feed him. ]
[YES. GOOD. EAT. They are the same height and yet Sanji's ready to bet money he weighs twice as much. That just can't be allowed to stand.
And while Yusuke is gathering up their orders, Sanji will scout out locations to sit. Sure, they could walk and eat, but it makes him nervous to carry food too close to the exhibits. He'd rather they not have a potential mess on their hands.
The festival seems to be of the same mind -- there are plenty of benches and tables to sit at, and of course he snags one that overlooks some of the artwork.
... He also happens to snag it just as someone else comes to claim the bench, a college-level brat with thick brows and a heavy scowl.]
Oh c'mon, I was gonna sit there...
[Sanji looks up, blinks... doesn't move] Were ya? [A shrug, because surprise, there's only one person he's contractually obligated not to be an asshole towards] Sorry, guess plans change. [But hey, he'll nod over a couple spots] That one's free, though.
Yeah, so you can go over there. It's not a big deal!
[No, dude, but you sure are making it one now. What the hell, is this real life? Sanji's mouth falls into a sharp frown]
Yusuke is focused on gathering the orders in the neat little box they're presented to him in - immediate extra points for ease of carrying the food, yes - and turning to the seating area. And seeing the ... stand off that seems to be starting there.
He slows his pace a little, approaching Sanji and the young man who appear to be having a, uh, friendly? chat. The raise in temperature doesn't pass him by, but for the moment Sanji seems to be keeping it together. ]
... Is everything alright?
[ I mean. It isn't. But it's an opener, at least. ]
[Oh, the things Sanji could say right now, ranging from "We've got a shitty loser on our hands" to "So if I kicked him into the street, would his blood count as art?"
... But again, surprise of surprises, Sanji chooses to follow a more diplomatic path if it will save Yusuke the headache. He doesn't get out of his seat, but his tone is frustratingly level, expression having relaxed back into neutral.]
Disagreement over seating arrangements. [He offers the man a cool stare] But it's fine, I gave him some alternatives.
[So are we done here, asshole?? Sanji would like to eat instead of keeping up his end of the staring contest. And after the guy scoffs, clearly frustrated but feeling outnumbered --]
... Whatever.
[The man prepares to leave. Sanji visibly relaxes.
... Until he hears the guy mutter something under his breath and never mind, whatever he said, Sanji is on his feet and prowling forward, Yusuke has exactly two seconds to catch him before Sanji literally paints the street with someone's blood today--]
[ The entire situation is so tense that Yusuke feels if he makes too much noise, it will snap clean in two. So he moves slowly, like he's surrounded by volatile animals, and sets the food down on the now clear table and bench.
For a brief, brief moment it feels like the tension has ebbed somewhat, and Yusuke can feel a sigh escape him. And then Sanji lunges forward - too much like that volatile animal analogy he'd just made, and Yusuke moves on autopilot, hooking a hand into the crook of Sanji's elbow and tugging it. Hard. ]
Sanji.
[ His hand squeezes, once. Half comforting, half ... not warning but insistent. ]
[There's no fire in sight, but oh boy, it's reaching that level of vitriol, with flickers of heat starting to bend the air. Sorry Yusuke, he wasn't taught how to chill out when he was a kid, and Sanji actually looks flabbergasted at being held back.
... He's also not so forgone that he's going to turn the brunt of his fury on his date, so.
After holding Yusuke's gaze for a beat, his arm reluctantly relaxes in the other's grip. Common sense saves the day.]
[ It's said a little drily. That was not the reaction of someone calm, and cool and in control? That was angry, and for a brief moment he was genuinely concerned he'd be scraping a body off the floor. And the body would not be Sanji's.
Still.
He's back off, so... that's good. Yusuke's hand drops from Sanji's elbow to loosely grip around Sanji's wrist as he tugs him back towards the table. ]
Come on. He's gone, and the food will get cold. [ No more thinking of beating up college-age assholes? ]
[Mentally beating the piss out of college-age assholes is the only reason Sanji hasn't done it in real life, okay? B| ... Along with Yusuke's interference, he guesses.
Still, he'll follow as beckoned and take a seat at the table, glancing at the hand covering his wrist with the vaguest hints of a pout. All that adrenaline with nowhere to go. Bah.
... Sure is hungry, though. Nothing like a spike of rage to whet the appetite. He supposes he can calm down for that]
[... Yusuke doesn't even realize why that first statement is hilarious. But somehow it's what Sanji uses to flip his mood back into something positive, followed by a quick bark that almost counts for a laugh.]
Fine, fine. I'll behave my shitty self.
[No murder today. There's food to sample, after all. After slipping into his chair, Sanji surveys the spread and delicately picks up one of the salmon tostadas with his fingers]
Huh... prettier than what I thought it'd be. [Which, wow? Thanks for that backhanded compliment, chef. It's said with a semblance of a grin, at least, before he takes a bite of the food]
[ The hilarity is entirely lost to him, luckily for Sanji. But! He seems to have dragged his attentionaway from violence and back to the food - a safe bet, and one that absolutely paid off. Besides, heās hungry too.
Yusuke picke up one of the tacos and is about to try it when Sanji makes his rather backhanded compliment, and he pauses long enough to knock his leg against Sanjiās. Pls. Be nice. ]
All right then, how would you have presented them, given the same context and available tools?
[ Heāll agree they arenāt going to be fodder for his latest art piece, no. But the colours used are good and make the food look more appealing. Itās nice to look at! ]
[Now there's an interesting question, one that Sanji takes seriously as he chews his food -- and knocks his foot against Yusuke's in revenge. LET HIM BE MEAN FOR ONCE...!]
Better if they'd used the salmon as a base. It's got more give than the beans. [...] Or even better, the sour cream would make a good bed for everything to lie in. If you're gonna use white, either it's gotta be smothered by the other colors so that shit doesn't blind anyone, or just a dash of it on top to make everything pop.
[ Yusuke knocks Sanjiās foot back with his own. No. He shanāt.
But he does listen, and while Sanjiās focus is obviously on the foot itself, he still can appeeciate the talk of colours in food and how best to display them. Maybe thatās the true purpose of having all these food stalls with all this art: to best get people to consider the colour composition that happens in the food they eat everyday?
Or maybe because people get hungry and want to eat? Maybe that. ]
The colour of the salmon alone is bold enough to counter the white of a sour cream, I would say. But some extra greens may have worked to counterbalance the two. Itās less... intense, compared to orange or bright white.
[Sanji is KING OF THE LEGGY and is not going to stop knocking Yusuke's foot, okay? It's a matter of pride at this point. But he'll at least be nice about it, not using any of his strength in the process.]
Yeah, its so orange, y'need more colors than whatever sour cream doesn't offer. [A slight shrug before he points to the black beans at the very bottom, hidden under the green onions, corn, and parsley] See, that's what I'm talkin' about. Bring some of those to the top and it'll fight back that white shit.
[... And then he promptly shoves the rest of it in his mouth because. Hungry. So ends today's hot topic on color coordination in your cooking]
[ Yusuke knocks back again, but after a second, he hooks his foot around so itās pressing down on top of Sanjiās. Concede victory!! ]
...
[ Ah, well. It was nice to look at and discuss while it lasted. ]
The perils of both food and chalk art - the need to be visually appealing even though their purpose is to be eaten mere minutes after their creation, or washed away days later.
[ He has his own food to be eating, and it can only be stared at for so long. ]
So it passes a taste test and semi-passes a visual test. I would say that counts as a positive review.
[ He is persistent!! He's going to do his best, even if resistance is futile. He's not a quitter. ]
Hm. [ Well. Okay. He's not going to say no, it does look good. With his free hand, he pushes his tacos towards Sanji. They should all enjoy delicious food. ]
One for one seems like a deal. These are nice too - they've got a nice spicy kick to them.
[Persistence is admirable except when it's a lost cause, and Sanji's brows keep climbing the higher he raises his foot.
... Yep. This is how they are choosing to spend their time, apparently.]
Alright, I'll try one. [Would've preferred Yusuke eat more seeing as he's the stick between them, but he admits to being curious. So he'll take an offered taco, nibbling on it before to get a feel for the flavors before taking a larger bite.]
Huuuuh, not bad. Maybe I should use that spice I bought when I try recreating these.
[ There is a slightly determined look on his face. He will win, he will... ... he'll... ...
... lean forward out of his seat, flick Sanji lightly between the eyes and use the moment of distraction to push his foot down. Probably. If it worked. Who knows. ]
Is the spice similar then? [ Sanji's the brand new super chef here, not him. But at least he seems to be enjoying it. Yusuke takes a middling bite of the tostada, enjoying the cooler texture of the salmon after the heat of the taco. ] Oh. It's quite good this way around... maybe that's why they made it.
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Is that common? To share recipes from restaurants and stalls?
[ Oh. The quesadillas look good. And smoked salmon tostadas? Looking over the description, it looks almost refreshing compared to some of the heavier, spicier dishes. ]
Although there's no harm in asking. They do seem to have some quite unique ideas here.
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[Holy shit, you can do that with salmon? Briefly, Sanji entertains the idea of breaking the cord holding the menu in place (hey, pirates gotta pirate), but after a moment's thought, he settles for pulling out his phone and opening up a memo app.
... He is absolutely typing up the entire menu. For. Reasons.]
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I take it weāre ordering those then.
[ No problems here. They sound delicious. ]
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Of course we are, I don't know what they taste like.
[Which he phrases like it's an egregious oversight that must be corrected immediately. But hey, Yusuke can tug him away once Sanji is finished his business. They're near the front of the line and barely have to wait before it's their turn to order, and after nudging Yusuke in the side:]
Oi, you want anything besides that? I'm paying.
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My initial impression would be āvery niceā, but that seems like a good enough reason.
[ Yusuke keeps looking over the menu - there are a lot of other nice things on the menu, such as various empanadas, that would be a nice extra but his attention gets snapped away pretty quickly. ]
What? No, I can pay. Youāre the one that found this place, I can at least buy lunch.. [ That, and someone here didnāt just drop a lot of money on spices. ]
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... Sure.
[-- Or he could just decide to be an adult because who the fuck cares. Let the starving artist have his moment.]
If you insist. I'm just getting the salmon ones.
[Since y'know HE ATE.]
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He's very good to look at, wink wonk.But when Sanji agrees to let him pay, he just nods and goes back to looking at the menu. ]Alright. I'm going to get these as well... [ He taps his finger over the menu option for the buttermilk chicken tacos - chicken, habanero and white onion relish with a spiced mayonnaise. It sounds lovely.
It's not long before they're ordering, and Yusuke pays for both the orders without any hassle. Good, because he's hungry now. Feed him. ]
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And while Yusuke is gathering up their orders, Sanji will scout out locations to sit. Sure, they could walk and eat, but it makes him nervous to carry food too close to the exhibits. He'd rather they not have a potential mess on their hands.
The festival seems to be of the same mind -- there are plenty of benches and tables to sit at, and of course he snags one that overlooks some of the artwork.
... He also happens to snag it just as someone else comes to claim the bench, a college-level brat with thick brows and a heavy scowl.]
Oh c'mon, I was gonna sit there...
[Sanji looks up, blinks... doesn't move] Were ya? [A shrug, because surprise, there's only one person he's contractually obligated not to be an asshole towards] Sorry, guess plans change. [But hey, he'll nod over a couple spots] That one's free, though.
Yeah, so you can go over there. It's not a big deal!
[No, dude, but you sure are making it one now. What the hell, is this real life? Sanji's mouth falls into a sharp frown]
No.
[mmmm that air sure is getting warm.]
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Yusuke is focused on gathering the orders in the neat little box they're presented to him in - immediate extra points for ease of carrying the food, yes - and turning to the seating area. And seeing the ... stand off that seems to be starting there.
He slows his pace a little, approaching Sanji and the young man who appear to be having a, uh, friendly? chat. The raise in temperature doesn't pass him by, but for the moment Sanji seems to be keeping it together. ]
... Is everything alright?
[ I mean. It isn't. But it's an opener, at least. ]
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... But again, surprise of surprises, Sanji chooses to follow a more diplomatic path if it will save Yusuke the headache. He doesn't get out of his seat, but his tone is frustratingly level, expression having relaxed back into neutral.]
Disagreement over seating arrangements. [He offers the man a cool stare] But it's fine, I gave him some alternatives.
[So are we done here, asshole?? Sanji would like to eat instead of keeping up his end of the staring contest. And after the guy scoffs, clearly frustrated but feeling outnumbered --]
... Whatever.
[The man prepares to leave. Sanji visibly relaxes.
... Until he hears the guy mutter something under his breath and never mind, whatever he said, Sanji is on his feet and prowling forward, Yusuke has exactly two seconds to catch him before Sanji literally paints the street with someone's blood today--]
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For a brief, brief moment it feels like the tension has ebbed somewhat, and Yusuke can feel a sigh escape him. And then Sanji lunges forward - too much like that volatile animal analogy he'd just made, and Yusuke moves on autopilot, hooking a hand into the crook of Sanji's elbow and tugging it. Hard. ]
Sanji.
[ His hand squeezes, once. Half comforting, half ... not warning but insistent. ]
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... He's also not so forgone that he's going to turn the brunt of his fury on his date, so.
After holding Yusuke's gaze for a beat, his arm reluctantly relaxes in the other's grip. Common sense saves the day.]
Oi, wasn't like I was gonna murder him.
[Just break his legs.]
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[ It's said a little drily. That was not the reaction of someone calm, and cool and in control? That was angry, and for a brief moment he was genuinely concerned he'd be scraping a body off the floor. And the body would not be Sanji's.
Still.
He's back off, so... that's good. Yusuke's hand drops from Sanji's elbow to loosely grip around Sanji's wrist as he tugs him back towards the table. ]
Come on. He's gone, and the food will get cold. [ No more thinking of beating up college-age assholes? ]
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[Mentally beating the piss out of college-age assholes is the only reason Sanji hasn't done it in real life, okay? B| ... Along with Yusuke's interference, he guesses.
Still, he'll follow as beckoned and take a seat at the table, glancing at the hand covering his wrist with the vaguest hints of a pout. All that adrenaline with nowhere to go. Bah.
... Sure is hungry, though. Nothing like a spike of rage to whet the appetite. He supposes he can calm down for that]
You taste any of it yet.
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[ Does he have to explain this?? Really?? ]
At least not here. What if the fighting had ruined the art work? [ HE HAS. PRIORITIES. They are very important. VERY.
Still, he keeps tugging him over to the table, just in case he changes his mind and goes for blood. ]
I didn't get a chance to. [ Before Sanji flicked his own murder switch. ] But it certainly smells delicious, I can say that much.
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Fine, fine. I'll behave my shitty self.
[No murder today. There's food to sample, after all. After slipping into his chair, Sanji surveys the spread and delicately picks up one of the salmon tostadas with his fingers]
Huh... prettier than what I thought it'd be. [Which, wow? Thanks for that backhanded compliment, chef. It's said with a semblance of a grin, at least, before he takes a bite of the food]
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Yusuke picke up one of the tacos and is about to try it when Sanji makes his rather backhanded compliment, and he pauses long enough to knock his leg against Sanjiās. Pls. Be nice. ]
All right then, how would you have presented them, given the same context and available tools?
[ Heāll agree they arenāt going to be fodder for his latest art piece, no. But the colours used are good and make the food look more appealing. Itās nice to look at! ]
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[Now there's an interesting question, one that Sanji takes seriously as he chews his food -- and knocks his foot against Yusuke's in revenge. LET HIM BE MEAN FOR ONCE...!]
Better if they'd used the salmon as a base. It's got more give than the beans. [...] Or even better, the sour cream would make a good bed for everything to lie in. If you're gonna use white, either it's gotta be smothered by the other colors so that shit doesn't blind anyone, or just a dash of it on top to make everything pop.
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But he does listen, and while Sanjiās focus is obviously on the foot itself, he still can appeeciate the talk of colours in food and how best to display them. Maybe thatās the true purpose of having all these food stalls with all this art: to best get people to consider the colour composition that happens in the food they eat everyday?
Or maybe because people get hungry and want to eat? Maybe that. ]
The colour of the salmon alone is bold enough to counter the white of a sour cream, I would say. But some extra greens may have worked to counterbalance the two. Itās less... intense, compared to orange or bright white.
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Yeah, its so orange, y'need more colors than whatever sour cream doesn't offer. [A slight shrug before he points to the black beans at the very bottom, hidden under the green onions, corn, and parsley] See, that's what I'm talkin' about. Bring some of those to the top and it'll fight back that white shit.
[... And then he promptly shoves the rest of it in his mouth because. Hungry. So ends today's hot topic on color coordination in your cooking]
S'tasty though.
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...
[ Ah, well. It was nice to look at and discuss while it lasted. ]
The perils of both food and chalk art - the need to be visually appealing even though their purpose is to be eaten mere minutes after their creation, or washed away days later.
[ He has his own food to be eating, and it can only be stared at for so long. ]
So it passes a taste test and semi-passes a visual test. I would say that counts as a positive review.
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Yeah, I enjoyed it. [Leaning his weight into his elbow on the table, Sanji smirks and gives a nod at the food.] Go on, try it!
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Hm. [ Well. Okay. He's not going to say no, it does look good. With his free hand, he pushes his tacos towards Sanji. They should all enjoy delicious food. ]
One for one seems like a deal. These are nice too - they've got a nice spicy kick to them.
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... Yep. This is how they are choosing to spend their time, apparently.]
Alright, I'll try one. [Would've preferred Yusuke eat more seeing as he's the stick between them, but he admits to being curious. So he'll take an offered taco, nibbling on it before to get a feel for the flavors before taking a larger bite.]
Huuuuh, not bad. Maybe I should use that spice I bought when I try recreating these.
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... lean forward out of his seat, flick Sanji lightly between the eyes and use the moment of distraction to push his foot down. Probably. If it worked. Who knows. ]
Is the spice similar then? [ Sanji's the brand new super chef here, not him. But at least he seems to be enjoying it. Yusuke takes a middling bite of the tostada, enjoying the cooler texture of the salmon after the heat of the taco. ] Oh. It's quite good this way around... maybe that's why they made it.
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