019: Random transport

[captain_in_you]

[Jack has just stepped out of the shower, barely having time to wrap a towel around his waist when he finds himself the victim of a late round of the last experiment. With a blink, he finds himself transported... somewhere random.]

Well, can't say this hasn't happened before, at least.

[Jack looks around, trying to get his bearings. Is it your

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[oda_hates_me]

[Why are you half-naked in his presence, Jack?

... Why are you in his house? Specifically, the kitchen.

Oh. Right. Sanji knows why. This does little to curb his mood. And he keeps staring like he expects you to promptly teleport out]

[captain_in_you]

[Ah good, someone he knows!] Hey, Sanji. This your place? [Jack leans nonchalantly against Sanji's kitchen counter, as though being half-naked there is the most normal thing in the world.]

[oda_hates_me]

[Oh, you're still here.

Sigh.

He pulls off his apron - pink! - and throws it at a chair]

Don't move. Don't touch anything. I'll get you some clothes.

[captain_in_you]

[Jack will make absolutely no comment on the pink apron. Nope.] Sure, if you've got something you think will fit. [Oooh, something smells good. He'll be peering into various pots on the stove... not touching, per se, just looking!]

[oda_hates_me]

[Good man. Besides, Sanji looks dashing in pink. His canon says so.

He returns quickly enough with pants that should indeed fit, and a loose, button down shirt]

Just keep 'em. S'not like I can't get more for free.

[captain_in_you]

Appreciate it. [Jack quickly slips into the trousers, keeping the towel around his waist until he has them on, then shrugs the shirt on as well.]

So, what're you cooking? Smells good.

[oda_hates_me]

[Said promptly:]

Pork filet mignon with sage cream and ratatouille as the main dish.

[captain_in_you]

Better than what I usually throw together at home. [Jack steps closer to the stove, still ostensibly not touching anything.] You said you were your crew's cook, right? Lucky them.

[oda_hates_me]

[How can he make not touching seem so annoying?]

Is that your way of trying to flatter me until I feed you?

[captain_in_you]

[Would you rather he be touching? Jack grins at him.] Was I that obvious?

[oda_hates_me]

At least you weren't drooling. [Said with that tired expectancy of one who deals with drooling all the time, enough to make the comment.]

But good timing; you're lucky it's about ready. [And he pulls it out of the oven, giving the dish a professional stare before deciding it is indeed done]

[captain_in_you]

I take it that happens a lot around your cooking. [Jack makes sure to stay out of the way, not wanting to risk upsetting the delicate balance between cook and meal.] Looks like you got it under control, but... anything I can do to help out?

[oda_hates_me]

...

[Staaaaaaaaaare. Yeah, Sanji's clearly not used to offers, either]

No, it's fine. [nods at the table.] You're a guest.

[captain_in_you]

[Jack laughs and starts to make his way over to the table.] If you call randomly appearing half-naked in your house being a guest, sure. I'll try not to make a habit of it.

[oda_hates_me]

[He comes close to resisting, but ends up cracking a grin at that] Call me impressed that you offered to help at all.

And just use the door next time. [By the time Jack seats himself, he'll find a plate of this in front of him]

[captain_in_you]

[Oh, he can't resist...] All right, next time I'll just show up half-naked at your door. [He grins and winks as he sits down.] This looks great, thanks.