Aa-- [With so much stopping and starting on Sanji's end, he doesn't hear Rin's question, not until he quits stammering and his mouth thins into a firm, thoughtful line. Even then he doesn't answer her immediately; his mind is stuck fast on the young woman's phrase, examining it like he means to refute it.
But there's nothing to argue. Sanji just hadn't thought of his recipes in such concise terms. That they're dangerous, need a steady hand, require diligence and perhaps a few prayers - yeah, he got all that and more out of the shitty okama who offered them to him like pages of witchcraft. But even when recreating such dangerous recipes, that's all they had ever been to him: recipes. Instructions. Another method of realizing his desire and feeding the hungry.]
Overdid it with the spices. [He mumbles his theory, distracted and drilling holes into the counter while he thinks] Overloaded my shitty system and it needed a while to recover.
Oh, that's an easy fix. [She looks pleased for him, raising a finger.] In that case, there's nothing to hold you back from trying again, or teaching me. We simply follow the recipe precisely this time.
[He just can't beat her enthusiasm, can he? Rin breezes past the mistake like it's nothing but a bump in the road. Sanji's certain if he had half her tenacity, he'd have figured out every secret hidden in these shitty recipes.]
Teaching, eh? [He offers a wry smile before setting his empty bowl on the counter] That's fine -- but before that, you don't mind giving me a demonstration?
I can't teach if I don't know how good my student is.
[It's the kindest, most roundabout way of suggesting Rin ain't getting shit if she doesn't impress him. No pressure, lady.]
[Gentle for him, but not at all unreasonable either. Rin's cheerful disposition shifts, however, face shadowed with a frown. Seconds of silence can be counted off before at last she hunches forward, eyes flat and unimpressed looking.]
...Mm, Sanji-kun. Are you implying I'd be less than good?
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Aa-- [With so much stopping and starting on Sanji's end, he doesn't hear Rin's question, not until he quits stammering and his mouth thins into a firm, thoughtful line. Even then he doesn't answer her immediately; his mind is stuck fast on the young woman's phrase, examining it like he means to refute it.
But there's nothing to argue. Sanji just hadn't thought of his recipes in such concise terms. That they're dangerous, need a steady hand, require diligence and perhaps a few prayers - yeah, he got all that and more out of the shitty okama who offered them to him like pages of witchcraft. But even when recreating such dangerous recipes, that's all they had ever been to him: recipes. Instructions. Another method of realizing his desire and feeding the hungry.]
Overdid it with the spices. [He mumbles his theory, distracted and drilling holes into the counter while he thinks] Overloaded my shitty system and it needed a while to recover.
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Teaching, eh? [He offers a wry smile before setting his empty bowl on the counter] That's fine -- but before that, you don't mind giving me a demonstration?
I can't teach if I don't know how good my student is.
[It's the kindest, most roundabout way of suggesting Rin ain't getting shit if she doesn't impress him. No pressure, lady.]
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...Mm, Sanji-kun. Are you implying I'd be less than good?