[open] all is lost again

[deviledlegs]

Who: Those who helped build the ice cellar (Sanji, Law, Rey, Scott, Lup) + anyone who wants to check it out
What: High-fiving over a job well done
Where: As close to Sanji's kitchen as possible while still being located in the permafrost
When: Backdated to the day after the planet switch
Warnings: None

Also: Feel free to write your own prompts mingle-style.


It hasn't been easy, and they haven't exactly been the most cohesive team. But the moment that last nail is hammered into the last support beam, Sanji grins whiter and brighter than he has in days. Their underground permafrost ice cellar is complete. That means they'll be able to store his previsions as well as whatever their illustrious hunters catch from now on.

There is still a food shortage. Connor is right. He can't feed everybody in this town for long. It's just not feasible. But a food shortage is better than a complete lack. These people will never have to experience his months on that god forsaken rock for themselves. Not while he's around to prevent it.

He wants to shout to the heavens about their victory. Instead, he raises his hand for a high five. "You all get your favorite food for dinner tonight!"

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[vocarrah]

He can't help but laugh at Sanji's exuberance, though he hugs the blanket closer to himself. It's good to see someone so excited. The cold has certainly drained his own strength, so he's certainly relying on others for the feeling. However, when Sanji talks, his eyes light up for real.

"Ah, you're a cook, then? Truly?"

[deviledlegs]

"Of course! I don't lie about food." he asserts like it's an indisputable law of the universe. But then he's holding out a gloved hand, ready to shake if Ianchus doesn't mind poking his own hand out of his blanket. "Sanji, first rate cook of the sea and dashing knight to all beautiful women! Clearly I was brought here to make sure you bastards have more variety to choose from than water-flavored popsicles."

[vocarrah]

Ianchus laughs, taking his hand and shaking it eagerly.
"Ianchus Cepheos, currently a sad, sad bastard eating his fill of water-flavored popsicles. It's truly an honor."

Ianchus loves good food, but he's quite pathetic when it comes to cooking, frankly.

[deviledlegs]

Sanji can't help but light up. He's just found himself an enthusiastic taste tester for when he tries to cook these mystery meats. Since they're native to this tundra, he's yet to have the chance to figure out the best ways to prepare them. There's no way he could ever serve a lady something he isn't absolutely positive is his best work!

"Perfect timing then! I wanted to use the crazy animals around here to try out a few recipes." A hardy slap on the shoulder follows. "You can tell me how they taste!"

[vocarrah]

He's had his fair share of strange food--not the least his own attempts at cooking in the wild (the rabbit that was two-thirds charcoal by the time he finished with it comes to mind).

"In that case, let's get along, ah? I've a distinguished palate and a strong stomach, so I'm sure that I'm a perfect candidate." He laughs at that. "I just request that you remove any poisonous spikes, ah? Although if you say it will give a unique flavor, then..." A shrug. "Who am I to argue with a master?"

[deviledlegs]

"You won't find anything poisonous in my food. Ever."

Ianchus is joking. Sanji knows it. But that joke still earns the guy a sharp glance. Sanji is still a cook above all else, and while his crew mates know for a fact his food will always be safe, he can't count on that faith from strangers. Better to get it out there from the get go, establish just how serious he is about his craft right away, before anyone genuinely questions it.

"I'm not stupid or spiteful enough for that shit. As long as we're clear on that, you can eat as much you like."

[vocarrah]

Ianchus blinks in surprise at the forcefulness of the declaration, stunned momentarily...and then he breaks into a wide grin, one he tries to hide with his hand, bowing his head. He doesn't want to come off as rude, he's just absolutely delighted by that passion.

"Ah. Ah, I apologize. That joke was in poor taste. I have full confidence in your cooking."

He looks up, an extremely pleased flush on his face.

"And in you, as a cook." They're somewhat different after all, aren't they?

[deviledlegs]

Sanji will vehemently insist that the only praise he accepts is from the mouth of a beautiful woman, but when it comes to cooking, the simple truth is that even the most demanding acknowledgment is enough to send him preening. It's a dare the moment anyone expects good food from him, and he intends to blow his skeptics' minds anew each and every time. Ianchus' easy compliance wipes the scowl right off his face. The grin helps too, and Sanji matches it proudly, clapping his hands together and rubbing them in earnest.

"Damn right, you do. And it's about to be rewarded with the best damn chili you've ever tasted."