[ His tone of voice is heavily laced with implication he hears your bullshit, Sanji, doesn’t believe it, but will indulge it nonetheless. Chou meows as soon as she spots the fish and puts two and two together and realise she is getting a snack, quieting only when she is fed the scraps of fish from Yusuke’s hands. ]
I think it’s good to enjoy it, regardless. It would be more of a shame to not make use of what you have, and if you enjoy it then where’s the harm? Besides, I’m rather partial to your cooking now. If you stopped I would be very put out.
[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.
He watches as Sanji places the food neatly around on the plate - seeing the way he picks and chooses where to put them and the way the colour is laid out. ]
Good. You shouldn't give up on something that you enjoy. [ He tilts his head. ] Do you enjoy baking? Even if it's a struggle.
[... Huh, there's a thought. Sanji slows his progress again -- he's on the second plate by now, also layering the cucumbers and avocado until they create a crescent moon -- turning the idea over his head until he finally breaks into a grin]
Alright. Just be warned, I really am shit at it.
[Can't repeat that too many times, he figures.]
And almost done, just gonna put the finishing touches on this shit.
I will find the simplest thing I can, and we can try that.
Ah...
[ He leans over a little to see the full picture, closer to its completed form. Considering he is looking at food... it is beautiful, as delicate in colours and hues as a watercolour. He almost wants to paint it but that would be weird. ]
[Please don't paint over his food, that would indeed be kinda weird.]
Mmm. [Nearly done, Sanji pulls up into a full stand and glances about the kitchen.] Just grab some wine glasses, and-- [A pause, before he glances over his shoulder]
[Say what you want about Sanji but he prefers a bit of class with his meals. A food snob in the making]
Guess we will. I prefer mine dry so if you got a sweet tooth, you might not like 'em.
[Dessert wines are the bane of his existence, especially the ones determined to drown you in sugar.
But regardless, Sanji has finally finished his creations: the bed of rice and chicken surrounded by a half moon of avocado, cucumber, and seasoned salmon, all topped with a garnish of green onion. Briefly he wonders if he went overboard with the presentation, it seems a little cheesy, but doing any less wouldn't have satisfied.]
[Yusuke you fool, don't get him started on this topic--]
With the right flavor? Just about anything.
[Can you hear the French snobbiness seeping through his tone? He smirks while balancing the two dishes in his hands + plus a cat on his shoulder because he has no chill.]
I got a chilled Pinot Noir in the fridge -- light red wine, pairs well with seafood. The best of those grapes come all the way from the Burgundy region of France.
[Wow, rude? He could've made it to the table with a hungry cat on his shoulder.]
Of course there's shit that pairs with chicken. [Clucking his tongue as he starts setting the table.] Though a good rule of thumb is pair with spices when they're heavy, pair with the meat when they're not.
So in this case, better to pair with the fish since the chicken's got ginger in it.
... This is far more complicated that I first expected. [ Layers, like an onion. ] I would have no idea where to start with colour, let alone what works with different meats and spices.
[Much like how those outside art can't fathom the thought and effort that goes into a simple painting.]
I'm not expecting you to remember any of this, either, especially if the wine's not to your taste. [A small shrug as he sets down the plates, the silverware, anything else that they need for the meal]
[ Reading into it then... Sanji gives a shit. Noted. ]
I'm not adverse to trying it. It does seem to have a connection to the image of being refined or mature, now I think about it.
[ ... ]
Is allowing children to drink up to the discretion of the parents in France then? I'm... not sure if that was the case in Japan, as we left when I was too young to really remember, but there wasn't a lot of drinking in my home anyway.
As you say... if the parents are happy I suppose small amounts don’t hurt.
[ He sets Choi down on the sofa and sets about, y’know actually helping with the setting the table part. ]
Yes, I am. My family is quite small in general. [ He pauses, and watches Sanji thoughtfully for a moment. ]
If I ask if you have any siblings, would you tell me? [ There’s... no accusation in his voice. It’s more a precursor wuestion to see if there’s a point in asking in the first place. A general curiosity, ]
The corner of his lips arch, not quite into a pleasant smirk, but neither is it cruel or biting. Voice laced with some measure of amusement, he answers]
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[ His tone of voice is heavily laced with implication he hears your bullshit, Sanji, doesn’t believe it, but will indulge it nonetheless. Chou meows as soon as she spots the fish and puts two and two together and realise she is getting a snack, quieting only when she is fed the scraps of fish from Yusuke’s hands. ]
I think it’s good to enjoy it, regardless. It would be more of a shame to not make use of what you have, and if you enjoy it then where’s the harm? Besides, I’m rather partial to your cooking now. If you stopped I would be very put out.
[ Both of these statements are the truth, tbh. ]
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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.
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He watches as Sanji places the food neatly around on the plate - seeing the way he picks and chooses where to put them and the way the colour is laid out. ]
Good. You shouldn't give up on something that you enjoy. [ He tilts his head. ] Do you enjoy baking? Even if it's a struggle.
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[SCOFF]
You never got a chance to taste my birthday cake when me and Usopp tried to make it, did you?
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[This might be a dramatization...]
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[ Hmm. ]
It was that... [ No nice way to phrase this, really. ] ... bad?
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The shit of nightmares, I'm telling ya.
You never got to try my food when I couldn't cook worth a damn. But remember the burnt mac and cheese?
Like that, but in cake form.
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I see. So... interesting, but using the term in a loose way.
Did you want any help practising? I'm no gourmet, but I've seen Haru bake plenty of times, and done a little myself.
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Alright. Just be warned, I really am shit at it.
[Can't repeat that too many times, he figures.]
And almost done, just gonna put the finishing touches on this shit.
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Ah...
[ He leans over a little to see the full picture, closer to its completed form. Considering he is looking at food... it is beautiful, as delicate in colours and hues as a watercolour. He almost wants to paint it but that would be weird. ]
Is there anything else I can do?
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Mmm. [Nearly done, Sanji pulls up into a full stand and glances about the kitchen.] Just grab some wine glasses, and-- [A pause, before he glances over his shoulder]
Wait, do you even like wine?
[Ah shit. He didn't think that part through.]
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I suppose we will find out? My mother is not a big alcohol drinker, so I've never really been one myself.
[ And we don't talk about the kind of drinks that get thrown together at house parties. They are usually Not Wine. ]
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Guess we will. I prefer mine dry so if you got a sweet tooth, you might not like 'em.
[Dessert wines are the bane of his existence, especially the ones determined to drown you in sugar.
But regardless, Sanji has finally finished his creations: the bed of rice and chicken surrounded by a half moon of avocado, cucumber, and seasoned salmon, all topped with a garnish of green onion. Briefly he wonders if he went overboard with the presentation, it seems a little cheesy, but doing any less wouldn't have satisfied.]
Oi, let's take these to the table.
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And dry wine goes well with...? [ Because they've got chicken and fish here, so he really can't make a guess. ]
Are you balancing a cat as you go? [ As adorable as it is to watch. ]
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With the right flavor? Just about anything.
[Can you hear the French snobbiness seeping through his tone? He smirks while balancing the two dishes in his hands + plus a cat on his shoulder because he has no chill.]
I got a chilled Pinot Noir in the fridge -- light red wine, pairs well with seafood. The best of those grapes come all the way from the Burgundy region of France.
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... I see. [ Yes, there is the hint of snobbishness coming through there good sir. ]
So you're focusing on pairing something with the fish, rather than the meat. Is there anything that pairs with chicken...?
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Of course there's shit that pairs with chicken. [Clucking his tongue as he starts setting the table.] Though a good rule of thumb is pair with spices when they're heavy, pair with the meat when they're not.
So in this case, better to pair with the fish since the chicken's got ginger in it.
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... This is far more complicated that I first expected. [ Layers, like an onion. ] I would have no idea where to start with colour, let alone what works with different meats and spices.
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[Much like how those outside art can't fathom the thought and effort that goes into a simple painting.]
I'm not expecting you to remember any of this, either, especially if the wine's not to your taste. [A small shrug as he sets down the plates, the silverware, anything else that they need for the meal]
I drank it a lot as a kid, so I'm used to it.
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I'm not adverse to trying it. It does seem to have a connection to the image of being refined or mature, now I think about it.
[ ... ]
Is allowing children to drink up to the discretion of the parents in France then? I'm... not sure if that was the case in Japan, as we left when I was too young to really remember, but there wasn't a lot of drinking in my home anyway.
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[He doesn't elaborate if he drank small amounts or not. It's a non-issue in his mind, and just the truth of things.
More interesting to him is the information Yusuke volunteers, and his eyes fall on Yusuke as he sets out the silverware.]
Well, nothing wrong with that. Better safe than sorry, most parents would agree.
[... with some vague, yet careful curiosity:]
You an only child?
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[ He sets Choi down on the sofa and sets about, y’know actually helping with the setting the table part. ]
Yes, I am. My family is quite small in general. [ He pauses, and watches Sanji thoughtfully for a moment. ]
If I ask if you have any siblings, would you tell me? [ There’s... no accusation in his voice. It’s more a precursor wuestion to see if there’s a point in asking in the first place. A general curiosity, ]
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The corner of his lips arch, not quite into a pleasant smirk, but neither is it cruel or biting. Voice laced with some measure of amusement, he answers]
Three brothers.
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I see. Thank you for telling me.
[ He... wants to ask more but it feels very significant to have been told that much alone. Hmm. ]
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