puppycrush2 | week two

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Welcome to week two, Teens Who Are Definitely Searching for Love!

Hopefully everyone got a lot of rest over the weekend, and are bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for the upcoming week, because there are a few things of interest this week.

But first, some changes of note in the house!

First: there is a giant rectangular box on the living room table, addressed to Lessing. It is a care package. The only thing in it is his sword.

There is some Bauernbrot bread on the counter. Ask Lessing about that too.

There is now a hot tub near the pool. It’s large enough to seat about six teens comfortably, but you can get more in there if you really try for some reason.

Okay I think that’s everything. Additionally, Tsukasa is here early this week! He’s looking pretty perky, seemingly recovered from the Match Ceremony, and he’s got some interesting info to share with everyone.

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Shh! The time is now, Sanji-kun! Today's the day!

[ th

the day for what. ]

[He shuts up right away.

His brow creases in confusion, and he leans forward to whisper with a hand cupping the space between them in order to contain the sound.]

Ah . . . what day is it again?

The day I'm making Will-kun's lunch!

[ look at her determination. ]

[Sanji's eyes widen.]

It's that day . . . !

[He flings the blanket away from him and all but throws himself out of the bunk, looking this and that way in search of his things to freshen up at the bathroom.]

There's no time to waste. I'll be ready in just a moment!

[ haha. she'll straighten up and pat his arm as she passes. ]

Don't keep me waiting! I'm already set, so I'll start some prep work.

[ like putting her hair up and finding a cute apron to wear... and of course setting what she needs out. ]

[Sanji nods before grabbing his things and making a mad dash to the bathroom. He emerges before long, changed into a fresh set of clothes with his hair combed neatly in place, and collapses against a wall once he makes it to the kitchen.

Anna in an apron?! Will is one lucky bastard. If he doesn't appreciate this with all of his being, Sanji will fillet him.]

C-cute . . .

[ she turns like a wife in a kitchen too, beaming as she dries her newly washed hands off. like sanji's just returned home from work... you, too, can live vicariously. at least until she opens her mouth. ]

You cleaned up well too, Sanji-kun! It was kinda shocking to see that your eyebrow's not a stylistic choice.

[ please. oh my god. you can't just say that, anna, but there she goes, saying it... as she goes to retrieve a hen on the smaller side. it'd been maybe about this size...? ]

Anyway, I haven't roasted chickens before, so I'm gonna need your advice on that... He said it was done whole, and then they'd cut pieces off it to serve.

[LIFE IS SO UNFAIR!]

[Deigning not to acknowledge the weirdness of his eyebrows or lose himself overmuch in the heavenly image at the heart of the kitchen, he heads over to fetch his own apron.]

So you've been trying to recreate a dish . . . How did he describe it?

Let's see... A bird roasted in... spiced herbs, I think he said. Tender enough it melts in your mouth -- can totally confirm that -- and with a bit of a kick that keeps you coming back. It's supposed to be served on the herbs it's roasted with, and sometimes there's vegetables on the side.

[ that's all she got out of him. ]

But I was kinda considering switching the veggies out for some rice, since that'll taste just as good and no one makes better rice than me. [ ... a tilt of her head. ] Or maybe I should just stick entirely to what he said, since it'll be closer to home that way...?

[ she'll take out a bottle from the back of a cabinet though, apparently the spices she's been working so hard on perfecting from her triumphant shake of it. ]

It's called redgrass-roasted bidou and it was really yummy when he brought back some for Ritsuka-chan and I.

[He tries to picture it in his mind, substitution and all. And it does start to come together, but it's the last thing she shares that slots the pieces into place while he works on tying the strings of the apron at his back.]

That one, eh? He mentioned it to me once—said it reminds him of warmth and camaraderie.

[He eyes the spice bottle as he approaches.]

And you want to make it your own. In this case . . . I don't think it's a bad idea.

If you weren't our resident chef, I'd think he was telling everyone his favorite food...

[ petty jealous feelings don't worry about it, that's just anna for you. but. she perks up. ]

Really?

To start, the local ingredients alone won't make this the redgrass-roasted bidou he brought back. It's going to be your version, made just for him by you.

[Sanji's envious. He wants to try Anna's cooking, too! But that's not important right now. Damn Will . . .

He surveys the ingredients that have been laid out.]

Secondly, cooking is love. If even the mixing of the spice is done without love, the dish will be ruined . . . meaning your signature rice would be perfect for the occasion.

[ oh... he's right, they won't. anna seems to droop a little, but lightens again as sanji continues. she remembers that from his profile too -- that cooking is love.

and, if... not love, then at least a way to thank him. a show of care. it's too strong of a word for her more inner thoughts, even if she likes him far too much for just the simple publicity play they've been doing. ]

... I see.

[ so passionate... but anna tightens her apron strings a little better and nods firmly. ]

Got it. Then I'll pour all of my heart into every step! Um, that means you really can't help out though, huh?

[He nods. If it's her heart that she wants to pour into the dish, his will only muddle it. However . . . ]

I can still give you pointers and move things along. Just tell me what you need, even if it's to grab something, and I'll do it.

Great! Um, so... what temperature should I preheat to...?

[ they can get cooking, advisor and chef... she's fairly capable outside of not knowing the best way to get a succulent chicken, peppering sanji with questions (what sort of herbs go best with poultry? would they be okay with these spices? oh-- there's some temperature it's gotta be to be fully cooked, right? how do you check that?) and focusing on doing her absolute best.

the rice is like, the most relaxing and easiest part of this, next to actually putting together the little box lunch itself... rice on bottom, then it'll be the herbs and a little too large slices of chicken on top, paired with some of the bread lessing had received from tsukasa on the side.

there remains the legs at least, and anna'll hold out a drumstick for sanji. chewing on her own as she stares thoughtfully at the container.

... ... ... ]

What kinda cheese goes with sourdough?

[ she's such a diligent student, asking so many questions... ]

[She's diligent while Sanji is all too happy to share what he knows. They're doing this for Will, and Anna's feelings carry through the process—enough so that Sanji blinks before taking the unexpected breakfast in drumstick.]

That depends. [Biting a chunk out of the drumstick, he follows the trajectory of her gaze to the box lunch.] However, you can't go wrong with cheddar, which pairs well with Gruyére.

[ ... fancy... maybe the fanciest sounding thing will will have tasted... hmmm. ]

Lessing-san says they usually pair some kind of cheese or soup with the bread he got, so I wanted to add it in.

[ gruyére... oh, if she had a proper divider and it wasn't just tubberware she could do a little salad too. anna shakes her head. ]

Okay! Okay. I think I'm done then.

[ ...

she looks like she's resisting every urge to poke the food around with a fork to make it look perfect, even though it looks just fine and definitely doesn't need to be readjusted any. ]

[It's a little bit of everything, isn't it? Will really is a lucky guy while Anna continues to put so much feeling into everything she does.

But it's hard not to notice the look she's giving the food, which he also takes a moment to study. There it is: Anna's heart, laid out in pretty and fond layers. This is guaranteed to taste good.]

Looks delicious, Yanami-san. Do you have the lid?

... Yeah.

[ idly reaching for it, hesitating a moment with it in hand before she seals it up. gets a thin cloth to wrap it in. puts it into the fridge for later.

and slumps onto the counter with the most exhausted sigh. ]

Geez, this is a totally different beast than when I made lunches for a friend of mine... I can't even say "I hope he likes it!" because I'm pretty sure he will no matter what I give him. Will-kun's just that kind of person, feelings aside.

[He leans back against the counter beside her, still facing the fridge that now carries a great burden.]

He'll like it, but he'll also be taking in your heart as he eats. That's probably what tastes the best to a guy like him.

[The sentiments surrounding the original version of this dish are what made it Will's favorite, so this one will definitely carry through. That's what Sanji believes.]

[ yeah, probably. especially after...

... she's tearing off a paper towel to turn it into a pile of little pieces. ]

Do you think it's silly to like someone so much so soon, Sanji-kun?

[As long as it's not food.]

No way. It's like you've said: Love sparks all the time. That means any time, too.

Yeah, I did say that.

[ but it's still

the pile grows. it's nothing she can deeply talk about -- to no one but tsukasa anyway -- but. she wishes she could. even if it started genuinely as a way to help him and herself, she can't say it didn't swiftly dip the other way. ]

I guess the point of this show is pretty much that too anyway.

[ ... ]

Want me to make you a better breakfast? I'll throw some fried eggs over the leftover rice as thanks. You always cook so much for us, you should get a taste of someone's love, too.

[He considers probing this time, because, if anyone should get to love freely, it should be Anna. Just as he's about to open his mouth to ask, however, he's beaten to the punch and pulls away from the counter with wide eyes.

A t-t-taste of someone's love?!]

Y-yeah! I do! I want to taste your cooking, Yanami-san . . . !

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