Week 5 | Tuesday

[concasse]

[This is Sanji's first time calling on Dragon specifically, so... yeah, might be a tad bit nervous about it. He shoos Nami away into his bedroom for a nap before standing in the fire dorm lounge, the room empty of life save for himself.

Wistfully, he thinks how much he'd prefer for Zelos and himself to survive, if only to have a space of their own. Sure does make their jobs easier.

But anyway -- business first. He concentrates on Dragon's name, even calling out]

Dragon-sama... might I have an audience with you?

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[concasse]

[Smiling slightly. He doesn't know how he can smile after all of this, but that's just his nature. He still... wants to trust in these women, somehow.]

It's fine.

Honestly, that's enough for me today. I had a more important question I wanted to ask you.

[...]

What's your favorite dish?

[themodsgrimm]

[ . . . she appears startled.

A blink.

Another blink.]

... I beg your pardon?

[concasse]

Your favorite dish to eat, of course!

[OBVIOUSLY]

[themodsgrimm]

[what about this is obvious.

she's

flustered]

... do you ask out of obligation?

You owe me nothing... It feels wrong to say.

[concasse]

-- Wha, of course not!

I cook because I enjoy it.

It's a chef's job, anyway, to spread whatever happiness he can through his cooking.

[themodsgrimm]

[ . . . hm.

It is small, but his words manage to get her to smile. A bit of amusement reaches her eyes.]

... I do not believe you are only capable of that through your cooking. You as a person seem very capable of spreading happiness.

[ . . . ]

I like banana nut bread.

[concasse]

[... Hearing that

makes Sanji hope that maybe he'll make it to the finish line, after all.

It's a nice dream, isn't it?]

Banana nut bread it is~!