[JesUS he almost drops the box in his hands. For the first time, Sanji looks almost pinned on the spot, and his eyes search out a corner of the room to stare at]
-- Uh.
[Shit]
Whatever the hell my past self made. [Geently setting the box down now, rubbing at the nape of his neck] He mastered a shit ton of French and Japanese cuisine, I think? Coq au vin, fancy niratama donburi. [Waving his hand] But that's just the tip of it. That asshole could cook anything.
[-- And so he quickly adds, so Elliot doesn't get the wrong idea] But I'm still learning. Can't bake at all, and sometimes my skill and that guy's are so different, my food ends up looking weird.
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-- Uh.
[Shit]
Whatever the hell my past self made. [Geently setting the box down now, rubbing at the nape of his neck] He mastered a shit ton of French and Japanese cuisine, I think? Coq au vin, fancy niratama donburi. [Waving his hand] But that's just the tip of it. That asshole could cook anything.
[-- And so he quickly adds, so Elliot doesn't get the wrong idea] But I'm still learning. Can't bake at all, and sometimes my skill and that guy's are so different, my food ends up looking weird.