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[f_ck_your_fish]

[while some people are bitching left and right about their changes in wardrobe, Eunice is taking hers in relative stride. she's made her way down to the kitchen in a slate-blue dress much like this one, a cookbook to one side, her journal open on the other]Arright. So. This here's my first official Paradisa Christmas, and while I know a lot of y

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[rainin_blk_ppl]

[instead of replying over the journal, he's just going to head down to the kitchen. He's got to start experimenting on the pie Lily wants him to make anyway.

He steps into the kitchen and takes in the sight, clearing his throat softly and tipping his hat]

Howdy.

[f_ck_your_fish]

[stares at him for a second. waaaait a minute, no way] James? That you, honey?!

[rainin_blk_ppl]

No other [grins]

[f_ck_your_fish]

[gives him an appreciative grin] Look-in' gooooooood, cowboy! ... How's the club? You ready for a bouncer yet?

[flambage]

[Did someone mention cooking? Did a woman with a ~dreamy~ accent mention cooking?!]

I'd be happy to give you all the tips you need on baking, madam!

/guessing this is dictated atm?

[f_ck_your_fish]

Well, aren't you just nicer than anything, then! Who might I be talkin' to?

Yes ma'am!

[flambage]

The name's Sanji, at your service, miss. I happen to be an esteemed chef.

[f_ck_your_fish]

A chef! This must be my lucky day. What kinda stuff you used to makin', Sanji?

[girly_laps]

I can bake space cake!

[f_ck_your_fish]

I'm gonna regret this. ... The hell is space cake?

[girly_laps]

[In her whispering-but-really-not voice]

It's cake with weed in it.

[f_ck_your_fish]

Will it still come out in a relatively cake-like fashion if I leave out the Mary Jane, honey?