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"You're reached Sanji, Panorama's best cook. If you're a lovely lady, I'm so sorry to miss your call, but leave me a message and I promise I'll get back to you to fulfill all your wishes and needs as soon as possible. For anyone else — just leave a message."

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[kitetsu]

[ he had a feeling he already knew the answer, but for once, zoro would love for the waiter to prove him wrong. ]

you heard from usopp?

[mouton]

[ usually getting a text from zoro means reading something to prompt a roll of his eyes, like demanding dinner or a drink from the fridge — but the question gets his attention. ]

no, not since dinner last night don't think. why?

[kitetsu]

i haven't either

[ fuck. ]

[mouton]

he wouldn't run off somewhere on his own.

[ it's not a question. they both know the excess state of usopp's fears. especially in this place. if he doesn't have to go somewhere alone, he wouldn't.

sanji tries giving him a call — all he gets is a strange beep. no connection. it's not the same as when zoro's phone is out of charge. ]

i can't reach him. you tried?

call—

[carmesi]

( when sanji picks up the phone, wanda's sniffles. it's a lot later than when her shift is over; she's cold and wet, and very tired. )

Hey, are you in bed?

[mouton]

[ technically, he is in bed when she calls, though he hadn't exactly been tucked in for sleep. by the time he returns back to the room after sitting out by the pool with zoro for awhile, he had intended to wait up for wanda since, really, she shouldn't be out that late, but he'd laid down atop the covers still dressed in his slacks and now-wrinkled button up shirt and unintentionally dozed off — up until his phone began to ring.

jolting up immediately, he barely even gets a look at the time before he's scrambling to answer. ]

Wanda, hey — you alright?

[carmesi]

( yeah, he sounds like she just woke him up. answering a question with a question—wanda knows how selfless he is, and feels a touch bad about it, but also imagined that he worried more, her not being back yet. )

There was an accident at work. A water pipe exploded and the ceiling caved in. I'm alright, just wet.

( thus, the sniffling. she feels cold. )

I'm on my way back.

Action. c:

[idolatrized]

[This is very covert of him. Very sneaky. Very secret mission.

... Except not really. Sometime during October's earlier, cooler days, Jinu has formulated part of a plan. A loose, very haphazard plan that he frets he'll abandon if he doesn't lock in and focus. No doubts, no second-guessing, just action — after months of doubts, second-guessing, and inaction.

A knock comes to Sanji's door, and when the blonde answers, he'll find Jinu in a hoodie, holding up a wad of joolies like this is a drug transaction.]

How much per hour are you for cooking lessons?

[mouton]

[ knocks don't usually come to sanji's door since the only people who would just show up here are the ones already living here or in the connected suite next door. it's what has him giving a firm squint before he steps over to open it, which only seems to deepen once he does, seeing the hoodied jinu on the other side.

with a sigh, he leans in the doorway with a forearm braced against the frame. ]

Hello to you too. Do you conduct all your transactions suspiciously waving those around like that?

[idolatrized]

[....

He tucks the money back into one pocket.]

Do you usually answer questions with new questions?

[Which is to say, yes. Yes he does wave money around like that when the situation calls for it (in his humble opinion). But once he properly provides a dull-edged sass back in return, he looks a little awkward, glancing around like he's making sure someone doesn't notice him here.]

I need to know how to make a few dishes with affordable ingredients. A good variety for one really good meal. Like, uh — the fancy places do. Multiple courses. I'd pay you well.

[He probably wouldn't pay very well compared to what Sanji is used to. But he feeds people based on whatever they can afford, right? So it would stand to reason he'd teach people with whatever they could afford.]

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[bigsmile]

sanji. have you been to the dumpling place yet??

[mouton]

which one? you know there's plenty of them around, right?

[bigsmile]

yeah??? new mission then.

xiao xue dumpling house. that's what it says on the menu.

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[carmesi]

someone i know from home moved in to one of the rooms upstairs.
i might have promised him a taste of your food

[mouton]

[ he's going to try to not linger too much on the "him" part. ]

really? someone from home?
well, you know i'll never say no to feeding someone, especially a friend of yours.
he a good guy?

[carmesi]

steve is the most ' good guy ' you'd ever meet , i think
i'm not thinking about moving out btw

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[bigsmile]

sanji. can we invite more people to dinner? should they bring supplies?

[mouton]

we might be a little cramped for space in the suite but we can set up tables outside by the pool.
but i'm happy to feed anyone who's hungry?

who'd you want to invite?

[bigsmile]

yeah!!

daryl helped me out when the going strawberry broke down. he likes squirrel.

oh and a friend of wanda's arrived we should invite them?? i don't know what they like though.

what do you need me to go find?

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[carmesi]

did you grab the lunch box i put on the counter before you left for your job today ?

( the one with the post-it note with his name, scribbled in her handwriting, which he should be familiar with. )

[mouton]

of course i did ♥ it had my name written by your beautiful fingers~

[ as if he wasn't going to be a usual sap about it. ]

[carmesi]

( it's the sappiness what makes her feel good about how she feels for him, subtle or obvious or otherwise. )

good. i thought you might have missed it.
do i get a food review ?

in acreage!

[carmesi]

remember when you told me i shouldn't leave the bed and breakfast without letting you know first?

[mouton]

i very much do, because i would never forget how we need to take care of that ankle until it's better ♥

[carmesi]

( this sounds like a pointed criticism— )

ok. but you left * first * and didn't tell me you were leaving

( because he woke up early, hello? )

i'm stuck.