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... 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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[Marco plz]

Hooo? And just how do you expect to help then?

I am excellent at following directions.

[Come on, don't you want to boss him around?]

[Sanji bosses everyone around when they're the same sex as himself.

That said...]

Well... I am sorta short a waiter, too... [That concern just wasn't as pressing]

I'm better as a cook. Well. Assistant cook. And I'm good at feeding Ace, but you know how un-picky Ds are.

[He's really not that bad. Chun-Li even likes his noodles!]

Or do you only need someone for hours you and Rin aren't working?

Hmmm... [Give him a sec; he's thinking. While he's not completely sold on the idea of hiring someone who isn't as well-versed in the kitchen, Marco does make a damn good point. If nothing else, he probably knows how to cook mass quantities of food - bless the D family.]

I'm looking for a pretty steady hire. [Another pause] I can give you a interview if you're set on it.

Thanks Sanji. I'll show you what I can do and if nothing else, if I can't cut it, you'll just have to get someone else, eh?

[He's relieved, looks like Ace was right about Sanji not holding a grudge over Robin. He definitely owes his baby bro right now.]

So how's everything over there right now?

[Ha, right now Sanji's just really glad Robin has someone outside the crew to talk to, because it'll be another few weeks before they can take on the arduous task of gluing themselves back together.

Not that he'll admit it. There are better chances of the Devil spontaneously dancing to the Can-Can in Hell.]

Right. Drop on by whenever you've got time, I'll be here for a few hours.

[And there's a pause, as the chef's unsure if Marco's referring to the restaurant or the house. He decides to put his money on the former for his own sanity]

Not too busy. I think the shitty cold's keeping everyone away.

[Oh good. Marco would help glue everyone better if he could, but little pieces at a time, eh?]

Oh? Good. That'll give me time to learn the ropes better then, eh. [Winks. See? He's already confident at least.]

[You're lucky you're charming, bastard, or Sanji would still prefer to hate your guts]

Tch, we'll see, shithead. [The corners of his mouth lift into a smirk and he settles back to wait for Marco to arrive]

[It's his fabulous blond hair and blue eyes. Oh wait, that's Sanji's. And Marco hurries on over, steals an apron and avoids playing Guess Who. Somehow he gets the impression that startling the cook in the kitchen would be as dumb as it can get.]

All right, where do you want me?

[He turns, offering up the barest of smiles at Marco's approach, and wipes his hands with the towel tucked into his pants.]

Right over here. [He jerks his head a few feet to the left, where the chef has set up a handy-dandy station, fully supplied and ready for Marco's interview]

The rules are simple. Cook something and impress me. [Super simple, yes.] I'm judging you on taste, efficiency, and presentation.

Use whatever's in the fridge, aaaaand... [Glancing at the watch on his wrist] You got an hour.

[Marco hesitates briefly. When it comes to trying to impress someone, he usually likes to be flashy and go all out. But of course, that was also a lot riskier. He wants to learn new recipes, not accidentally mess up by trying too hard. He whistles confidently to himself and skims the ingredients available. Let's see. Haddock, orange juice, mikan, sugar snap peas... perfect. Now if he can just find some honey he'll be in business. Marco doesn't explain what he's doing. He just sets about to fillet it, and get the veggies cooking. Along with some rice for a stir fry, some chopped carrots for added color. Hm... he seems to be missing something.]

Probably best with a red wine, what do you think?

[It could also use a dessert. No raspberries in the fridge though, and more mikan might be redundant? Maybe just a light sugar cookie... assuming he even has time after the fish.]

Edited 2012-12-15 00:42 (UTC)

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