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[mmmfilletofsoul]

[It was Sunday today. That meant today was the day Cheyenne had to do something she hated doing more than anything else in Luceti.]

[Grocery shopping.]

[She can be found walking around inside the grocery store, holding an empty bag at her side. Every so often she picks something up, frowns at it, and then puts it back. Occassionally she might shake

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[oda_hates_me]

[Evening is always one of the more busier times, with cooking-challenged individuals sneaking in for a quick meal; and when Sanji's head pokes out of the kitchen for a quick head count, he's not surprised to spot a familiar blond in the restaurant.

At this rate, he should consider designating one of the tables permanently hers.]

Cheyenne-chwan~! [There's a familiar whirl of pink-hearted emotion heading towards her.]

Here for dinner again?

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[mmmfilletofsoul]

[He really may as well; she usually sits in about the same spot every time. She might seem a bit different than usual right now though; whereas she usually tries to greet Sanji with a smile, today she doesn't even look up from the table.]

Hello Sanji.

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[oda_hates_me]

[... Ouch. Shot down. He teeters mid-whirl and now looks at her with more concerned curiosity]

Are you feeling okay?

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[mmmfilletofsoul]

I suppose... I am not. [She sounds a bit unsure. She's frustrated, but isn't sure how to explain what that feels like, which only adds more frustration... it's a vicious cycle. Her expression remains neutral.]

It was not my intention to come here for yet another meal, but it seems I am rather incapable of preparing a meal for myself.

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[oda_hates_me]

I see. [There's a pause as he looks around to make sure no one needs attending, then slips into the seat across from her. To be honest, he's wondered about this]

Can you see what you're making, Cheyenne-chan?

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[mmmfilletofsoul]

Not at all. Although I would like to think I've improved greatly from when I first arrived, shopping is still rather difficult when all packaging looks the same.

[Now there's a frown on her face.] And as you can imagine, the same is true for cooking said food.

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[oda_hates_me]

[She's... cooking blind?

Shit, no wonder she keeps coming here. Give Sanji a moment to absorb that.]

That is a problem... Can you do any better with fresh produce? The stuff that's not in packages.

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[mmmfilletofsoul]

Generally that is what most of my meals consisted of in those first few weeks. However, since I have learned to use the microwave, I've been able to prepare many of the instant foods available in the store without... much incident.

[For someone usually so hard to read, it's pretty obvious an incident of some sort must have ruined her dinner plans for tonight. Nonetheless, her expression goes blank again, as she isn't sure what facial expression matches this particular feeling.]

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[oda_hates_me]

[Sanji's nose wrinkles at that. He understands the appeal of insta-foods, but as a chef, their very existence is equivalent to a slap in the face. He does not like.

Still, this isn't about him; this is about trying to help a lady. He rubs his chin in thought, musing]

Sorry for the boldness, but I take it tonight wasn't exactly a ... success?

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[mmmfilletofsoul]

[Silence. There's a rather strange emotion running through her right now, and she isn't sure she's ever felt it before... her voice is rather flat as she replies.]

That is putting it mildly.

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[oda_hates_me]

[Now he's just curious.]

Mind telling me about it? Maybe I can help you prevent future accidents.

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[mmmfilletofsoul]

[ . . . ]

[How odd, why does her face suddenly feel so hot?]

I do not wish to talk about it.

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[oda_hates_me]

[She might not know the feeling, but the reddened face is all the sign Sanji needs to decipher it. And it's damn hard not to smile, as a result]

Alright, we don't have to.

Would you rather order instead?

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[mmmfilletofsoul]

Thank you. [That blush is going to take awhile to go away, which she doesn't seem too happy about. What an unpleasant feeling this is! Perhaps if she doesn't dwell on it, it'll go away on it's own.]

Mm. I suppose I shall be satisfied by whatever you bring. [A pause.] ...although I would prefer if, whatever it is, there are no noodles.

[Action] omg I'm so sorry D8

[oda_hates_me]

I can do no noodles, just for you, Cheyenne-chan~! [Because he's guessing you accidentally exploded them at home. Maybe. That's what it feels like]

Before that though, anything to drink? [Maybe something cool to take off that flush.]

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[mmmfilletofsoul]

[You don't even know, man. The noodles were everywhere.]

[Everywhere.]

A glass of ice water would be preferable.