A Cooking Test [Backdated to the 18th]

[codename_fire]

Who: codename_fire, count_to_peace, curly_brow
What: A Cooking Test! for Noin's and Zechs' private dinner party (brackets or prose, up to you)
When: Later in the evening after this conversation takes place.
Where: Noin's managed to convince a local place to let them use their kitchen for a little while.
Warnings: Swearing, goofiness, but hopefully not much else?

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[count_to_peace]

[Noin had filled him in on this...strange man. It took all he had to not check her clothing over and make sure there would be no...confusion. Or rather make sure there was? He isn't sure anymore, since he's rather amused.

Looks to the new voice, guessing this person is the 'Sanji' she spoke of. There's a wry smile on his face.]

So it's arrogance, then?

[codename_fire]

[Noin herself had the more subconscious reaction - but she had remembered, after all, and had dressed in what she considered a far more "genderless" or "gender-fluid approach".
As in, her usual - tanktop, jacket (which she had attempted to make sure was just at that "Sanji Sanity Line" , boots and a pair of pants.]

[She is anything but perturbed by his smoking, and dimly wishes it was, in fact, a cigar instead. Being around the rich and wealthy for so long, you tended to get used to certain smells. Being a mechanic and pilot helped.]

You did say you were a pirate, Mr. Sanji.