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[oda_hates_me]

[Well, that was an exciting night. Sanji's in for an exciting morning too, whenever the drugs run through her system and she finally confronts her crew. If she knew the truth in store for her, she'd willingly trip into something and net a concussion strong enough to put her in a coma.

Unfortunately, she's completely unaware. And when she does find

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[touchofrogue]

[Oh hey, hasn't this restaurant been closed the past few days? Curious, and sick of her own cooking, Rogue decides to pop her head in for a moment.]

[allbluebreasts]

[Lady senses have been activated - it helps she's right by the door. And this is one she's never met before, either.]

Welcome to Seventh Heaven, Miss~ [She greets Rogue with a smile and stands up straight]

Would you like me to show you to your table?

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue shoots the other woman a measuring glance and tucks an errant strand of white behind her ear.]

I'm just lookin' around.

[allbluebreasts]

I see. If that's the case, I can give you the grand tour instead.

[touchofrogue]

[Pushy.

And, although this tone is actually much milder than it would be if you were male, Rogue responds instinctively to 'pushy.']

I can see for myself.

[And indeed she can, that casual glance around noting the patrons, exits, and immediately visible weapons (potential or otherwise).

...She has some very paranoid people inside her head, okay?

Not paranoid, chere - cautious.

Shut it.

But seeing as there are people inside... and she is hungry...]

I'll take a look at a menu, though, if you've got one.

[She has no idea how this place is run.]

[allbluebreasts]

[Sassy little thing, aren't you?

Brow arched, Sanji breezes right over the attitude and walks off momentarily, soon to return with the menu]

Here you are~!

[touchofrogue]

Thanks.

[As your tone tildes hers gets proportionately flatter. But she takes the menu anyway and glances over it, still standing by the door. She's not at the point of forgetting her manners just yet, though.]

[allbluebreasts]

Would you like something to drink while you're looking?

[touchofrogue]

[Glancing over her menu, Rogue makes a decision - much as she'd really rather exist in complete isolation if she has to exist at all, the words 'Stir. Crazy.' have begun to feature highly in her mental landscape.]

Nah, that's all right. I'll take a seat.