[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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[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?

[action]

[yourotherleft]

No. I'm just sayin'.

[he's trying to figure out all the flavors and what it's going to taste like when it's done. The brain is straining, here.]

[action]

[serving_love]

[Watches him with a fain snort.]

You look like you're trying to work out a really fucking hard math problem. Or how to tell right from left.

[action]

[yourotherleft]

[shoots him a scowl] I know my right from my left, shut up! You're the one who needs to work on his directions!

[ah, the familiar give and take. He loves it so.]

[action]

[serving_love]

[Arches a disbelieving eyebrow right back at him, before turning back to the stove so he can start frying the salmon cakes.]

It's amazing how much of a bullheaded dumbass you can be sometimes. Grab me one of those big bags of rice, would you?

[action]

[yourotherleft]

[HARRUMPH. Fine. He drops the empty bowl in the sink and goes to grab the bag as directed.]

Takes one to know one.

[action]

[serving_love]

At least you don't disagree.

[He's basically got a small mountain of those patties here so it's going to take awhile to get through them, and he starts chopping up vegetables in between cooking them.

Once Zoro returns with the rice, Sanji points at the fridge.]

Eggs.

[But then remembers he can't open it.]

...Ah, damn, never mind.

[action]

[yourotherleft]

What? [oh, right, the lock] So give me the combination, it's not like Luffy's gonna get it out of me. Ever.

[action]

[serving_love]

[Flat look.]

No.

[action]

[yourotherleft]

Come on! What, you don't trust me?

[action]

[serving_love]

I've never given it to you before, why would I give it to you now?

[action]

[yourotherleft]

Fine, then. I don't need to help you or anything.

[goes to flop down at the table and be an annoyance]

[action]

[serving_love]

[Grumbles.]

Not like you wanna help in the kitchen anyway.

[And stomps over to get the eggs himself, hmph.]

[action]

[yourotherleft]

Don't get huffy, curly-brow. We've been over this.

[he's not leaving the galley, though, propping a foot up on another chair to sit and watch.]

[action]

[serving_love]

[Huffs.]

I'm not huffy.

[...]

Shut up.

[Gets out one of his big ol' pots next, because he's making a shit-ton of fried rice.]

[action]

[yourotherleft]

[haha...

Just smiling to himself over here as he pages through his journal and stays out of the way. Mmm fried rice. That sounds great.]