[Way to feed his ego there. His subtle smile slips back into its smirk, tempered only by the slight drum of of embarrassment in his chest. He's uh, not used to be complimented. About anything.

Emotions are weird. After clearing his throat, moving on. Around the mound of rice and chicken, he begins placing pieces of salmon until it creates a circle, and then feathers slices of avocado and cucumber between the pink cubes.]

Oi, I didn't say I was gonna give it up. It's kinda addicting. [As Yusuke can clearly see with Sanji choosing not to dump the food onto the plate, but carefully craft a more visually appealing entree.\ And I can't bake worth a shit, so... maybe I should work on that.