007↠ ACTION/VOICE (Forward-dated to tomorrow morning)

[concasse]

... Oi. Any of you New Feathers interested in cooking?

[This rather straight and subdued question comes from someone who hasn't looked at his journal in what feels like a long, long time, let alone felt the desire or necessity to make a public statement. And he knows it. The fact alone almost makes him break off before he finishes.]

I'm still down a few cooks at Seventh Heaven, so I'd appreciate any shitty help about now.

[But there, he's finished. After a moment's thought, he closes the journal and heads out for the day - to Seventh Heaven, of course, but only for a few hours, and then perhaps a walk later since it suits his fancy. There's plenty of thinking to be had no matter where he goes. And the entire time outdoors, he reminds himself that it's been chilly for a few weeks now, this isn't anything new.

He just... missed it happening.

The item shop, the clothing store, the forest, the bar... it doesn't really matter to him where he ends up. He's spent more than enough time to himself in the house, avoiding friend and acquaintance alike. Today will be spent remembering what feeling normal is like, and he's okay with searching a little to find out.]

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[spohkh]

If you require extra help, I would be amenable. [Cooking, after-all, was a lot like science.
And he finds the process rather soothing.]

[concasse]

Alright. How many hours do you think you could put in a week?

[spohkh]

What is the minimum amount you require?

[concasse]

There's really no shitty minimum - not like you're getting paid for this.

But if you're looking for a number, about ten hours sounds fair.

[spohkh]

This will work favourably. [Spock ignores the gruff attitude and the...language. It is tamer than Doctor McCoy.]

When shall I start?

[concasse]

Oi, wait a sec. Before I hire you, let's see how well you measure up in the kitchen first. [shush, he doesn't care if the food is free here and this isn't exactly a high-class business he's running. Old habits die hard]

Think you can drop by for a quick demonstration?

[spohkh]

Of course, I am amenable to that suggestion, I will be there momentarily.

[The screen goes blank, and Sanji does not have to wait long before a Vulcan is walking into his establishment...]

Mister Sanji I presume?

[concasse]

[Good, he doesn't like having to wait long. Sanji arches a casual glance in Spock's direction and nods at the inquiry] That's me. And just "Sanji" works.

Don't think I got your name yet.

[spohkh]

I am Spock. [Spock observes the haphazard kitchen with a raised eyebrow...]

Where would you care for me to start?

[concasse]

[Spock needn't worry; if there's anything that can be said about Sanji's kitchen, whether in his home or at the restaurant, it's that it's relatively clean and well-organized. A lack of workers hasn't changed that.]

Right over there. [He points to an area he'd prepared for in advance, already stocked with just about any cookware the Vulcan might need.] The rules of the interview are simple. Prepare any dish you like, and you have up to a shitty hour. I'll judge you based on your efficiency about the kitchen, final presentation, and taste.

[spohkh]

[Spock nods and quickly sets to work....

He is clean, quick, and efficient... as always. He gathers the appropriate ingredients, allowing for a moment to appreciate the well stocked kitchen, and sets water to boil.
He chops and seasons... all while keeping a tidy work station.

When the one hour is up, Spock presents what looks to be a simple, but decent four course meal.
The appetizer, the starter, the main course, and the dessert....
Spock stands at attention near the end of the table.... waiting judgement.]