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otherwise get crushed by something heavy

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[He has a sense of humour under all that. HUZZAH.]

and that would be a shame. Thanks for letting me know.

[Don't get used to it, his humor is like a hibernating bear.]

mhmm.

[................... well nice conversing with you.]

[It's kind of hard to miss when one of the bartenders at your job advertises her thrilling, life-saving ice planet heroics. When Nami gets in, Eugene's already rolling and twisting out a batch of soft pretzels in his open kitchen setup, and grins and calls over as she steps behind the bar.]

There's our big damn hero. I was wondering if you were going to call off tonight.

[L-lmao she hadn't even stopped to consider how it must have looked-- Nami has to fish her own stupid crew out of water all the time. Surrounded by idiots, really. She grins after a moment, hanging her coat up. Though she can't quite bring herself to part with the gloves just yet.]

What, and miss out on all this free beer and accolades? Never.

I totally fell down on the job not putting out a banner and noisemakers. My bad.

[A timer goes off, beeping softly, and he turns to take a pair of loaf pans out of the oven.]

Though I can whip you up something special if you haven't eaten yet. Any requests?

[Oh, man. Nami flops down on a chair in the kitchen area, propping her arms on the table.] Honestly? That would be awesome. I'll settle for anything that's hot.

[She peers with interest at the loaf pans.] What are you making?

These? Banana bread. Once the pans cool a little bit I'm giving them a wipe-down and putting in my newest attempt at meatloaf.

[He has a look at the protein dispenser, turning it this way and that.]

For you, though . . .? I'm thinking chicken patties, mashed potatoes, and vegetable fritters. Basic comfort food. Plus first shot at the banana bread, of course.

['Newest attempt at meatloaf' sounds like a fun experiment given the ingredients to hand. She grins.]

That all sounds pretty amazing, honestly. We used to have a cook on our ship, but he went home soon after I got here.

[Quality food has been low on the ground.]

Seriously? My ship has - you know, I think we might have three, now.

[Fortunately, food safety has seemed to be pretty easy with protein paste. Unfortunately, the act of extruding and kneading together chicken patties from the right combination of textures probably looks kind of disgusting.]

This fleet really needs better human resources people.

[Nami will find something specially delivered to her ship: an orange scarf, brand new and very nicely knitted. Max didn't exactly do it himself, but if Max wants something, he'll get it. Mostly because they're still having access to the planet. Sick or not, you can't deny he can get things done.

.....

Just don't bring this up ever. Okay.]

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Either that, or you really need to convert your kitchen into a paying restaurant. [Nami is very carefully not paying attention to what he's doing with the food. It'll taste better that way, as far as she's concerned.]

You could make a killing. Of course, I'd expect a discount for coming up with the idea.

[Okay, apart from the fact that she entertains herself with the image of grumpy hardened shivering Max knitting this scarf surprisingly well despite his annoyance with the whole deal...

Nami grins and sends back a quick text. I mean, it's only polite to notify she got it.]

Thanks Get well soon don't fall into anything else

[/grumbles incessantly about redheads]

Have you met Clay? He'd never let us charge.

[The patties actually look right once they've been pressed in breadcrumbs, and he puts them to the side as he starts the potatoes and whips together the batter for the fritters]

Besides, everyone knows the bartender always gets a discount.

[She brightens.] Clay's your captain? He's a friend of mine! I didn't know. He's gonna teach me how to read star charts.

[...man, that food really is starting to look appetising. Way better than the fare on her own ship.]

But you're right, I can't see him allowing that. Maybe I should just come eat here from now on. [Innocently.]

Hey, go for it. I'm sure it would drum up some interest. [Eugene has absolutely zero problems with that idea. On the contrary, he gives an encouraging flash of a grin over his shoulder.] Though I guess if you're on the ship for star chart reading lessons you can always swing by the galley for something.

See, I always knew I made friends with the right people. [But she smiles more warmly, anyway. She appreciates the offer.]

Were you a cook at home, too?

A journalist, actually.

[He raises his voice over the sudden hiss of the oil as he spoons in the fritters to deep-fry, then lays the patties on the hot griddle that takes up half of his range.]

But I did a lot of food journalism, and that's a lot of studying the whys and hows of what goes into the food that people like. Toss in the knowledge upgrade they give us on how to actually do stuff, and I guess you get a pretty decent cook.

Food journalism...? [She hasn't run into many journalists that aren't specifically trying to take a photo for a bounty poster, but she's aware they exist.] Restaurant critic...? Or finding the best recipes, or...

Yeah, all of that. Restaurants, trends, food and drink culture in general . . . whatever people were talking about, I guess. I did a little bit of other stuff, but it was mostly food.

Sounds like an interesting job. I think you'd get on well with our chef. [Grin.]

Our ship's cook from home, that is. I didn't really get an appreciation for good food until he came on board.

Really. I guess I never associated being a ship's cook with fine dining.

[He sits down as well while he waits for the food to finish cooking, on a scavenged barstool he mostly keeps closer to the serving counter.]

Then again, if he's still going by chef I'm gonna guess he's pretty serious about his job.

He grew up in the field. When we found him he was working in a restaurant ship and had been for most of his life. [Not a ship restaurant, the other way round and all that entails] He takes his craft very seriously.

My captain asked him to join us, so he did. And he's amazing.

[She actually doesn't know the full story behind Sanji joining the crew. She wasn't there at the time, having kinda... stolen a ship and run away. Whoops.]

Hah. Sounds like you lucked out. How did a born-and-raised chef take to hanging around with a bunch of pirates?

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