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[There is something extraordinarily jarring about finding yourself in a chilled, unfamiliar forest, when two seconds ago you were under the sea, fighting off a legion of crazed fishmen. The blonde man clad in the usual New Feather's garb is none too pleased with this switch once he gathers his bearings, and he sets off in a direction that might be right, straining to hear any sounds of battle, only half-mindful of the journal he hasn't ditched yet. The hows and whys can wait until he's back with his crew.

He'll come across the town, eventually, once a certain child skipping school sets him straight. And it will feel like the longest half hour of Sanji's life, hearing what she says to him -- and once she's safely back home and past her tears, he's going to... head straight to the grocery.

Cigarettes. Need them. Now. He flies through a pack of the damn things before grabbing another, shoving it into a flimsy pocket like it's his last sane lifeline. It might as well be. Navigating back home (...home), along an all-too familiar path, makes his head and chest hurt from the seeping memories.

Heh, what a load of shitty bull. He doesn't want to be here. Except he sorta does. Maybe. And damn, it'd be nice if he could make up his mind.

There will be no such luck today. He goes home, combing the house for available crew members; any kind of anchor and stability. And after that, there's the clothing shop for his suits. Then Seventh Heaven. Then tracking down every person his memory supplies a name for - Xion. Miyabi. Sayo. Katara. Vash. Wolfwood. Isamu. Shit how many are there? - until his head feels too full and he goes to collapse at the bar around evening. Only then does the journal open.]

... Oi. [Fuck, where does one begin? Let's start with a name] It's Sanji. [Pause, and then with tired ire] Guess you shitheads aren't rid of me yet.

[ooc: If you think Sanji would look for your character... then he would probably look for your character. XD So yeah. << RUN INTO HIM ANYWHERE, previous CR or otherwise! He's all over town, and I care not for these things called continuity and time (save for who finds him in the forest - that honor goes to Elicia.)]

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[Nostalgia - and there's gonna be plenty of it today - hits particularly hard when he slips through the doors. How many hours did he spend in this place? More than can be counted. And where is he expected to put them all, in the constant flow that is his life? By all reason, they shouldn't go anywhere.

This is all so damn confusing.

While he figures - knows - that someone's in the kitchen, the path to getting there is hardly straight-forward. He finds a chair and sits in it, stares at the ceiling in a way his memory finds ironic. He glances at the stairs that lead to the upstairs level - what was it called again? - then at the booths. The tables. The few people eating and chatting to themselves... It's like he never left.

And after those five minutes of quiet observation, Sanji stands up and pushes the chair back in place, slips his hands into his pockets, and heads over for the kitchen. He spots a man with light hair, back turned - What's his name? Should remember it.]

... Oi. [He doesn't approach completely, choosing rather to remain stationary by the wall.] What are you making?

[Fortunately Yukito had just finished cooking a batch, because surprises and hot oil just don't mesh very well. He glances around at the familiar voice with eyes wide, halfway thinking that he'd imagined the question.]

Sanji-san?

[But surprise turns to a bright smile, because that's definitely— well, okay, the beard is new and different, but it's still definitely Sanji.]

You're back!

["Sanji-san."

Ah, there it is. The memory he was looking for. All at once the hesitancy from before is replaced with something brighter and more at ease. He can't help but grin back]

Yo, Yukito. Guess I can't leave this place alone.

Apparently not.

[Yukito absently wipes his hands on his apron, unconsciously relaxing just a bit when Sanji returns the smile. He'd heard that sometimes people didn't remember being here before, and since it had apparently been some time— well, that didn't matter, clearly. Everything should be the way it was again.]

It's all just as you left it. We took good care of the place for you, while you were gone.

I noticed. [All the happy smiles and content faces in the dining room aren't ones he'll forget anytime soon. He clings to that, to help make the transition easier.]

Thanks, Yukito. I appreciate it. [The smile grows wider] Although, does this mean I need to start calling you the boss now?

[He missed his restaurant, but he still left. And he gave it away into good hands. If Yukito wants to keep it...]

[Yukito looks only startled in reaction, his eyes widening before he shakes his head quickly.]

Oh, no. No, it's your restaurant, if you wanted it back. I like working here, but I think I liked working for you more.

[Fffff he laughs in clear amusement]

That so? Well then, I'll need something to keep me busy again.

[The smile doesn't change, though he does blush just a little at Sanji's laughter.]

It wouldn't feel right, giving you orders in this kitchen.

[...also, if Sanji is working again, he'll get his Sunday mornings back, which will make Touya happy.]

[Such devious ulterior motives. Sanji would be amused if he knew.]

It'll take me a few days to get everything situated again... [His smile grows dim, feeling the weight of what he's left behind.] You mind holding the place down for me until then?

Of course. Whatever time you need— have you been gone for a while? In your memories, I mean, it hasn't been that long, here.

[He rubs the back of his neck]

Two whole shitty years, if you can believe it.

[...two years? Wow. That's... okay. Surprising. Yukito blinks a couple of times, then nods and gestures around the kitchen.]

It's all under control here until you're ready to take over again, Sanji-san. It's— well, I hope you don't mind me saying so, but it's good to have you back.

Heh. Thanks - I appreciate it.

[But enough with all that. Sanji nods behind Yukito, towards the bread he was making]

Anyway, you never told me what you were up to.

[Oh, right! Cooking. Yukito glances back toward his interrupted work, suddenly back to as enthusiastic as he ever is around food.]

I'm making curry bread— it's, well, pretty popular back at home and I missed it.

Aaah, I've heard of it before. Never tried it out myself, though.

[And because he never has, Sanji's curiosity flares up to full mass.]

What are the ingredients? [He's assuming there's some curry and some bread in it. Just a guess]

Never? Really? Here, you should try one, then.

[He slides one off the rack and onto a plate, then offers it to Sanji.]

It starts with curry, but you have to reduce it down until it's thick. Then you put it inside a slightly sweet dough, roll it in bread crumbs, and fry it. I usually like to bake it for a few minutes after, as well, but you don't have to.

[He takes a generous bite of the one handed to him, and hums lightly when the flavor hits his tongue]

It's really good.

[Yukito beams proudly and turns back to what he was working on, getting the next few pieces of bread into the oil to cook. He can't let them sit too long on the counter and is sure Sanji will understand that.]

It feels a little bit like home to have it— and there are enough other people here from Japan that I think they'll feel the same way, as well.

Oh, that's right. [He takes another bite, mumbling half to himself] The Malnosso have some weird, shitty obsession with that place.

So it seems. At least I know how to make the kinds of food they want, when they're feeling homesick rather than adventurous.

Hm... actually...

[He pauses for a second. A particular memory is coming to mind - faded, but gaining clarity the more he focuses]

About that. We should ask for recipes sometime. [He'd done it once (is my cookbook still around?]

Recipes out of a book are all well and good, but they're not always the same thing.

No, that's true. They really aren't.

[Yukito hesitates briefly, head tilting to one side as he considers.]

You know, perhaps we could have cooking lessons— like the Sunday morning lessons, but where people come in and teach everyone else how to cook their favorite dish.

Sunday morning-- oh, that's right. [He had forgotten about those]

And that's a pretty good idea! Might as well give the experts a chance to teach their favorite foods.

Exactly. Everyone would get something from that kind of thing, teacher and attendee alike.

And then there'd be extra food to eat, too.

[He likes that part.]

[Aaah yes. He forgot Yukito can put away as much as Luffy.]

So long as no one wastes any, that's fine by me.

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