Week 6 Catchall with Sanji

[fragileprophet]

[Hi Ion's going to be roughly attached to Sanji at the hip whenever he gets the chance to be.]

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[concasse]

[Child let him drink his caffeine before you start beaming like that.]

Morning.

And sure, there's a lot to learn -- but you are starting out with the basics. Mastering one knife is better than being mediocre with ten.

[fragileprophet]

Great!

[He closes the book, knowing that ultimately, the best way to learn is through first-hand experience. But he can read the room, so he isn't going to start begging Sanji to start teaching him immediately, without preamble. Please drink your coffee.]

Natsuo and I decided to throw a party tomorrow, so I want to try and make some snacks for it!

[concasse]

Did you two?

[Smiling more widely at that, it's a good idea and Sanji obviously approves.

(despite some small reservations that he will kindly keep off his face for now)]

We'll get a list of foods you can make by yourself, then.

[MMM COFFEE? COFFEE! Draining half the cup in one go, yes it is scalding, Sanji is just that heat efficient]

we have two very moods happening simultaneously rn

[fragileprophet]

[He totally loses his train of thought as he watches Sanji apparently drink pure hellfire? Oh my god?]

Thank you! That would be really helpful!

[Hugging the book to his chest, Ion looks bashful.]

A sleepover at the observatory...I hope you and Zelos will consider joining us.

[concasse]

Eh.

... I'll ask Zelos but he's not really the sharing and caring type.

[fragileprophet]

I'd be happy to see him either way. It wouldn't be right to exclude any of my friends!

[Zelos is so fucking mean to him but here we are, slutty Luke.]

[concasse]

[DID HE JUST USE THE WORD "FRIEND".

God, Sanji starts laughing]

Well first, imma need you to gimme a list of all the times he was an ass to you so I can kick him.

[SANJI KNOWS HIS PARTNER, OKAY?]

Anyway, we can get started... you got anything in mind you wanna eat?

[fragileprophet]

He sneezed on me once, but other than that, he's been very friendly! We've had some really thoughtful conversations.

[This is only true from Ion's beautifully blessed perspective, honestly. Zelos has gone on record that he's purposefully been bullying him and yet, here we are. Ion looks sheepish.]

Pancakes?

[concasse]

[So Sanji is kicking Zelos three times to compensate for the fact that Ion is baby Jesus.

Got it.]

Oi, pancakes are a good pick. Won't require a knife, really, but we can work on that skill later.

[downing the rest of his coffee, now's not the time to savor it. He places the cup in the sink and then puts his hands on his hips]

Alright, let's get started. Get a large bowl and a medium-sized pan first.

[fragileprophet]

Okay!

[He just really, wants pancakes, honestly. Let the pope eat pancakes.

But he gets what Sanji asks for, bringing them forward.]

[concasse]

Good. Next, put the pan on the stove at medium-high heat. Pour a bit of olive oil so you coat the entire pan -- but not too much, you don't want oily pancakes.

[He's going to be pretty hands off for now, letting Ion struggle through the process of cooking. Best way to learn in his opinion]

[fragileprophet]

[Ion spends...definitely way longer than he probably needs to trying to figure out how to operate the stove. He can't seem to decide what's medium, what's medium-high, and what's plain high. But he doesn't want to have to rely on Sanji's expertise too much, so he finally settles on a flame size before turning back around again.]

I'm ready for the next step!

[concasse]

[Ugh Ion is precious, when is Sanji allowed to kidnap him back to One Piece world???]

Good, next the ingredients.

[... Okay so Sanji told himself he wouldn't help BUT he does decide to interject a little by walking over to a drawer and pulling out the measuring utensils -- specifically a cup, a half cup, a tablespoon, a teaspoon, and a half teaspoon]

You go grab the flour, sugar, baking powder, the milk, one egg, and some butter. Got all that?

[fragileprophet]

Yes!

[He mouths the ingredients under his breath as he pulls them out from the fridge and their respective cubbies. He tries to get them all in one armload, but he has to give up and make three separate trips. It's fine. He places them each down by the measuring utensils.]

[concasse]

[That... ends up making Sanji laugh]

Well, gonna have you give you marks ahead of Varian.

[fragileprophet]

[Ion can't help himself from looking bashful. He's looking at all the different things he pulled, confused.]

What happened with Varian?

[concasse]

He took everything to the counter at once.

[SIGH]

I get the temptation to rush, but not only is that shit dangerous, cooking is a process. If you rush through one step, you're likely to rush through another, and the food won't be an accurate reflection of your intent.

[Sanji it's just pancakes, chill a little.]

[fragileprophet]

I see!

[Don't chill. He, too, will be taking this incredibly seriously.]

I'd like to put care and consideration into everything that you take the time to teach me!

[Food and feelings, etc.]

That way, they'll taste like the joy that I have in my heart!

[Wow, gay.]

[concasse]

See? You got it. Keep up that attitude and you'll be a fine chef in no time.

[This is so pure, I'm crying.]

Alright, let's get the batter finished up. [He's going to list the measurements because I'm too lazy to type them out, pointing to the main bowl while he does]

Get the the flour, baking powder, salt and sugar in there first. Then mix it up, make a hole in the center, and you'll pour the milk, egg and melted butter before stirring everything together.

[fragileprophet]

[Ion's face flushes, and he can't help but laugh.]

I'll do my best!

[He tries not to make a mess, counting out the numbers to himself as he gets all the ingredients where they need to be, mixing and mixing--his upper body strength is embarrassing so he struggles a little getting them all blended, but once he's nice and red in the face, it's all ready to pour!]

Does it go on the pan now?

[concasse]

[Anyone who suggests you don't need muscles in the kitchen is a LIAR. Stirring a bowl of ingredients is hell on the arms, but Sanji won't lift a finger to help, knowing Ion will be more satisfied with the product if he goes through all the steps himself.]

It does. And here's an easy trick to keep them all consistent -- scoop one fourth of a cup into that measuring cup, then pour it into the center of the pan.