. . . or he would be, if not for the fact that this is about someone's food. This sounds vaguely reminiscent of the recipes he's mastered over the last couple years. If nothing else, the people of Kamabakka make damn good dishes with rejuvenating properties . . . but none of those dries his eyeballs out like this! Are they going to fall out of their sockets or what?
It turns out that they won't. His hunched frame jostles from the amicable force of Josuke's palm, and that seems to be all the incentive the process needs to speed itself along. Sanji's vision comes back into focus after several blinks—and then he draws back, wide-eyed with his jaw slightly agape.]
I thought I was better, but . . . [He lifts his hands, clenching them into fists and then relaxing while he taps the floor with the flat of each shoed foot. Not a single muscle protests the movement.] . . . I haven't felt this good in months!
[ He hums, obviously seeming smug. Does he really deserve to be this 'told you so' over something that's not even his ability? Maybe not, but he's just happy to be proven right, that taking Sanji here first thing was a good idea.
And it only goes up from here, because Tonio comes to their table to set down two dishes: the big platter of oysters, as well as some well toasted, well dressed bruschetta. Bright tomatoes, fresh parsley, wedges of perfect lemon, and flakes of sea salt... it's like the dishes sparkle themselves. ]
After we finish this, [ he's a heathen so he's not even gonna wait for Tonio to leave to swipe something from one of the plates, eyes glinting with excitement. ] It's gonna be like you never got your ass kicked over there at all.
[Sanji gives his thanks to Tonio, then crinkles his face at Josuke's teasing.]
Whose ass? I beat them all!
[Anyway, he doesn't want to think about them for the next ten years, so he turns to the beautiful dishes instead, taking in the details of their arrangement and their fragrances. He's used to wandering hands in the dining area, because there's no greater glutton in all of creation than Luffy. At least Josuke's leaving portions behind.]
But this is it, huh? [He pours some of the condiment onto an oyster, nudges it with the accompanying small fork, and raises it to his lips.] Let's see . . .
[He slurps on the oyster and chews slowly, savoring the flavor and texture. It's everything a good oyster should be—amped up by a hundred. After swallowing, he looks down at the empty shell with a slight furrow in his brow.]
Hell if I know, [ He shrugs, at least having the decency to not talk with his mouth full. ] I thought you'd know more about it.
[ Josuke only knows the barest basics of cooking, after all... just enough to survive if he's on his own. So, the truth behind the mysteries of what goes on in the kitchen of Tonio's restaurant is completely unknown to him, the Stand business aside. He lifts up one of the toasts, gesturing with it. ]
When I'm here, I just don't think about it much and eat. How does it compare to the food at — you know, the Baratie?
[ Is Tonio's restaurant a world class restaurant and he doesn't even know?! ]
[No matter how many years pass, he'll always dunk on Patty's food. These dishes are more on Zeff's level—and his own, if he may say so himself. That doesn't mean he isn't eager to learn from another master of the craft, because Tonio certainly knows his stuff.
He tries the bruschetta next. It's as delectable as he expects from the smell alone, and he sits with it for some time as he catalogues the textures and flavors, mulling over the ingredients and how to prepare them. He'll have to sample the town's cuisine in order to get a better idea of Morioh's flavor profile, which should then give him more insight into what he's being served now.]
Most of the cooks there can't make something of this caliber.
[That's not to say they're bad—the Baratie is a respectable establishment when it comes to food—but rather that Tonio is just that good.]
[ He knew Tonio was good, but it's cool to know he's really good. Maybe he doesn't even need to go all the way to Italy to get the real deal. With his curiosity satisfied, he leans an elbow on the table to prop his face up, munching idly — and more slowly, like he's trying to savor every bite. ]
That's good, then. I've been wanting to take everyone who can visit here... like Kat, and Anna, and Ritsuka. [ He came one time with Mark like, over a year ago, but there hasn't been any other opportunities like that since, aside from maybe one of the others popping in. ] There are other places that are good, too — you'll have to check 'em out while you're here. Saint Gentleman's bakery has this sandwich they only sell on certain days, and it always sells by the afternoon.
[ Just let him dump some Morioh food lore on Sanji, who he's sure will appreciate it way more... a lightbulb goes off in his head, seeing to remember something suddenly. ]
You remember, right? The custard buns? Me and my mom's favorite ones are from there.
[If this were the Baratie, he'd have taken a shot at Patty at point-blank range.]
Of course I do. I remember everyone's favorites.
[Josuke's as soft as ever, though. It seems their mutual friends are always on his mind, wanting to share an exceptional meal with extraordinary health benefits for purehearted reasons. That's a sentiment Sanji can understand and appreciate. It's also good that Tonio, who's growing more and more respectable by the second, is around in the event that Josuke's body could use the help.
He sniffles once as he helps himself to more of the food. His nose is starting to tickle.]
We should get some for her when we go. I'd like to try a sandwich, too.
[ Jokingly, he points across the table when Sanji makes the suggestion, propping his head up with his other hand. ]
Hey, what about me?
[ They're his favorites too???? Besides, well, close as Josuke is with his mom, he's really not the type of son that's pampering her and showing affection to her all the time. Maybe that's part of their closeness. He huffs, mostly pouting for comedic effect — this is far from the first (or last) time he gets the spoiled feeling that Sanji should think a little bit more about him. ]
She never buys one for me when she goes out...
[ SO WHY SHOULD HE????? he's forced into stealing bites of hers when she does this....... truly his life is incredibly hard ]
[Unfortunately for Josuke, he is too manly to ever feel (openly) spoiled by Sanji.]
She's your mom. That doesn't mean you shouldn't do it for her. [He rubs the back of his hand against his nose when the itching persists.] We'll grab extras, but it's not my money.
[He doesn't have a penny to his name. Does that mean he should be making calls on how Josuke's allowance is spent? Yes, because this concerns Tomoko.
Sniffing, Sanji turns back to the dishes when something bright catches in his periphery.] Hm? [Looking down, he spots the light smear of red on his hand just as blood runs from his nose. What starts off as a trickle quickly gains in intensity, and the chair's legs scrape against the floor as he pushes himself back with a palm held under his face to avoid contaminating the food (more for Josuke's sake than his own, because Sanji would eat it either way).]
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. . . or he would be, if not for the fact that this is about someone's food. This sounds vaguely reminiscent of the recipes he's mastered over the last couple years. If nothing else, the people of Kamabakka make damn good dishes with rejuvenating properties . . . but none of those dries his eyeballs out like this! Are they going to fall out of their sockets or what?
It turns out that they won't. His hunched frame jostles from the amicable force of Josuke's palm, and that seems to be all the incentive the process needs to speed itself along. Sanji's vision comes back into focus after several blinks—and then he draws back, wide-eyed with his jaw slightly agape.]
I thought I was better, but . . . [He lifts his hands, clenching them into fists and then relaxing while he taps the floor with the flat of each shoed foot. Not a single muscle protests the movement.] . . . I haven't felt this good in months!
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[ He hums, obviously seeming smug. Does he really deserve to be this 'told you so' over something that's not even his ability? Maybe not, but he's just happy to be proven right, that taking Sanji here first thing was a good idea.
And it only goes up from here, because Tonio comes to their table to set down two dishes: the big platter of oysters, as well as some well toasted, well dressed bruschetta. Bright tomatoes, fresh parsley, wedges of perfect lemon, and flakes of sea salt... it's like the dishes sparkle themselves. ]
After we finish this, [ he's a heathen so he's not even gonna wait for Tonio to leave to swipe something from one of the plates, eyes glinting with excitement. ] It's gonna be like you never got your ass kicked over there at all.
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Whose ass? I beat them all!
[Anyway, he doesn't want to think about them for the next ten years, so he turns to the beautiful dishes instead, taking in the details of their arrangement and their fragrances. He's used to wandering hands in the dining area, because there's no greater glutton in all of creation than Luffy. At least Josuke's leaving portions behind.]
But this is it, huh? [He pours some of the condiment onto an oyster, nudges it with the accompanying small fork, and raises it to his lips.] Let's see . . .
[He slurps on the oyster and chews slowly, savoring the flavor and texture. It's everything a good oyster should be—amped up by a hundred. After swallowing, he looks down at the empty shell with a slight furrow in his brow.]
How does he get the sauce so rich?
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[ Josuke only knows the barest basics of cooking, after all... just enough to survive if he's on his own. So, the truth behind the mysteries of what goes on in the kitchen of Tonio's restaurant is completely unknown to him, the Stand business aside. He lifts up one of the toasts, gesturing with it. ]
When I'm here, I just don't think about it much and eat. How does it compare to the food at — you know, the Baratie?
[ Is Tonio's restaurant a world class restaurant and he doesn't even know?! ]
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[No matter how many years pass, he'll always dunk on Patty's food. These dishes are more on Zeff's level—and his own, if he may say so himself. That doesn't mean he isn't eager to learn from another master of the craft, because Tonio certainly knows his stuff.
He tries the bruschetta next. It's as delectable as he expects from the smell alone, and he sits with it for some time as he catalogues the textures and flavors, mulling over the ingredients and how to prepare them. He'll have to sample the town's cuisine in order to get a better idea of Morioh's flavor profile, which should then give him more insight into what he's being served now.]
Most of the cooks there can't make something of this caliber.
[That's not to say they're bad—the Baratie is a respectable establishment when it comes to food—but rather that Tonio is just that good.]
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Damn, so that's how it is.
[ He knew Tonio was good, but it's cool to know he's really good. Maybe he doesn't even need to go all the way to Italy to get the real deal. With his curiosity satisfied, he leans an elbow on the table to prop his face up, munching idly — and more slowly, like he's trying to savor every bite. ]
That's good, then. I've been wanting to take everyone who can visit here... like Kat, and Anna, and Ritsuka. [ He came one time with Mark like, over a year ago, but there hasn't been any other opportunities like that since, aside from maybe one of the others popping in. ] There are other places that are good, too — you'll have to check 'em out while you're here. Saint Gentleman's bakery has this sandwich they only sell on certain days, and it always sells by the afternoon.
[ Just let him dump some Morioh food lore on Sanji, who he's sure will appreciate it way more... a lightbulb goes off in his head, seeing to remember something suddenly. ]
You remember, right? The custard buns? Me and my mom's favorite ones are from there.
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Of course I do. I remember everyone's favorites.
[Josuke's as soft as ever, though. It seems their mutual friends are always on his mind, wanting to share an exceptional meal with extraordinary health benefits for purehearted reasons. That's a sentiment Sanji can understand and appreciate. It's also good that Tonio, who's growing more and more respectable by the second, is around in the event that Josuke's body could use the help.
He sniffles once as he helps himself to more of the food. His nose is starting to tickle.]
We should get some for her when we go. I'd like to try a sandwich, too.
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Hey, what about me?
[ They're his favorites too???? Besides, well, close as Josuke is with his mom, he's really not the type of son that's pampering her and showing affection to her all the time. Maybe that's part of their closeness. He huffs, mostly pouting for comedic effect — this is far from the first (or last) time he gets the spoiled feeling that Sanji should think a little bit more about him. ]
She never buys one for me when she goes out...
[ SO WHY SHOULD HE????? he's forced into stealing bites of hers when she does this....... truly his life is incredibly hard ]
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She's your mom. That doesn't mean you shouldn't do it for her. [He rubs the back of his hand against his nose when the itching persists.] We'll grab extras, but it's not my money.
[He doesn't have a penny to his name. Does that mean he should be making calls on how Josuke's allowance is spent? Yes, because this concerns Tomoko.
Sniffing, Sanji turns back to the dishes when something bright catches in his periphery.] Hm? [Looking down, he spots the light smear of red on his hand just as blood runs from his nose. What starts off as a trickle quickly gains in intensity, and the chair's legs scrape against the floor as he pushes himself back with a palm held under his face to avoid contaminating the food (more for Josuke's sake than his own, because Sanji would eat it either way).]