[voice]

[yourotherleft]

Oi. I'm making a list for the next time I send the cook shopping.

What's the best alcohol around? I don't care what it costs, I just want to find out what I haven't tasted yet.

Or if it's from another world, I guess I can ask the Backwater lady if she can get it.

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[serving_love]

...The next time you send me shopping? The hell, marimo, I don't think so.

[yourotherleft]

For booze! [ahaha whoops]

[...lol voice I guess, oops. FOR NOW.]

[serving_love]

Complaint still stands.

[oh right that yeah]

[yourotherleft]

Too late, I already said it, can't take it back.

[voice]

[serving_love]

I can take back any shitty money I was gonna spend on booze for the next year or so, though.

[voice]

[yourotherleft]

You wouldn't dare.

[or else you'll have to deal with a petulant swordsman]

[voice]

[serving_love]

Try me.

[He'll live.]

[voice]

[yourotherleft]

[Hmmm. HMMM. His bluff may be called]

What do you want, then?

[voice]

[serving_love]

What can you offer?

[voice]

[yourotherleft]

If you want an apology, forget it. It was just a choice of words.

[voice]

[serving_love]

Tch, I don't want some lame apology, ya idiot. Like I really care what you say in your shitty journal.

[voice]

[yourotherleft]

Then what are you getting on my case for! Geez.

[voice]

[serving_love]

Thought maybe you'd come up with a more worthwhile answer than that.

[voice]

[yourotherleft]

Yeah, well. Joke's on you.

[either he doesn't have a better answer (spoilers: he doesn't) or he wouldn't say it publicly]

[voice]

[serving_love]

Boring, marimo. Boring.

[He's not even surprised, really.]

[voice]

[yourotherleft]

Shut up. If you really wanted to be entertained, you wouldn't be talking to me through a book.

[voice]

[serving_love]

Some of us have shit to do around here, you know. I'm making dinner, couldn't just leave it.

[Otherwise he totally would've come pestered you in person.]

[voice]

[yourotherleft]

Clearly you still have time to pick up your journal and make noise in my general direction, though.

[though now that he knows, he might be wandering toward the galley. He can always check on people's booze offerings later.]

[voice]

[serving_love]

Who said anything about picking it up? That thing is handsfree, it's on the counter and I'm cooking.

[Hmph, make noise. Asshole.]

[voice -> action]

[yourotherleft]

[he is nothing if not consistently an asshole. At least, where everyone can hear them. The book snaps closed as he pushes open the door to the galley.]

You still had to open it.

[tosses his on the table to forget about for a while]

What's for dinner?

[action]

[serving_love]

[Gives him a vaguely surprised look over his shoulder as he comes in.]

...That required very little fucking effort, trust me.

[Turns back to the counter where his hands are indeed busy shaping some kinda mixture from a bowl into what looks like thick patties.]

Ah, cajun salmon cakes with lemon-garlic aioli. Should be ready pretty soon.

[action]

[yourotherleft]

[who with the what now? It smells good, at least. The garlic and the spices in the air...]

Soon, eh? Fine, then I won't go too far. I might actually be able to get a bite before Luffy inhales it all.

[snoops up right behind him to see the magic in person.]

[action]

[serving_love]

[...WELP, that's certainly not going far, alright. More like the opposite. Sanji shoots him another glance, then just rolls his eyes and goes about making a final salmon cake.]

There'll be plenty, you'll get your share. ...You can have the bowl, though.

[In which there's conveniently a bit of the salmon mixture left.]

If you want.

[action]

[yourotherleft]

Really?

[holy shit he never gets to lick the bowl! It's not his birthday, so how did he get so lucky?

...never mind. He will gladly take offer before it can be retracted. That way he gets a taste of it before anyone else.]

Whoa. Spicy.

[action]

[serving_love]

[He didn't used to wander in here when Sanji was cooking before! Not as much, anyway.]

Too much for ya?