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[serving_love]

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There’s a vineyard on this island. On the other side, away from town. What the hell. Clubs, bars, hotels, a pretty fucking decent food market, and a vineyard.

Can we never leave?


Unrelated, but – turkey, ham, or both?

Oh, and I need a head count. Mashiro-san, you guys are staying through Thursday at least, right?? ...And you, Ace?

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[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

True. Ehh, but doesn't she have more of a right to be pissed at him than anyone else on this crew?

Hn. Maybe I'll say hi then.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

That's what I thought, I figured Luffy was being insensitive inviting him on. I mean, she's never really warmed up to him, so. I dunno.

He's the other slightly overdramatic blonde.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Well, he's the captain, n'I guess it worked out. Things can't be that tense with those two, I've seen those two talking around, sometimes. Don't know about what, though.

I see 'im. Jeez, he looks like you. And even seems to act—well, okay, maybe like you on sugar high.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah, they did. I mean, I'm glad he joined now, so in the end Luffy was right. Of course. Like we all knew he'd be anyway. It's not that tense between them, just... She puts up a little more of a shield around him, I guess. He's trying to find something they can actually connect over.

Heh, right? He's eighteen, maybe he'll grow out of it. He's gonna come over for Thanksgiving!!

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

...Well, they're both serious types who're also sneaky and manipulative. I guess they could...bond...over some kinda scheme?

Oh?...Don't get me wrong, that's cool and all, but damn do we have a lot of people coming.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Apparently Robin-chan was going to play matchmaker with you and Michiko-chan and she tried to get him in on it. He said no, but then he was wondering if maybe that was her trying to give him something to work with. They'll figure it out eventually, I guess. Lucci was gonna ask her for book recommendations.

It is kind of lot, isn't it? Ah well, I can handle it! Usopp and George-san offered to help out, and anyway, it'll be awesome no matter what.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

...I feel like I just barely avoided walking over a cliff. Why the hell does everyone keep bringing that up, anyway?

Book recommendations. Yeah, that'll work.

I guess it's just a chef's challenge, heh.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Got me. Usopp kept asking me what I thought, too, like I'd have any idea what the fuck goes on in your head. God forbid you make friends with a woman, right?

...It could have! Robin-chan's always reading!!

Hell yeah it is!

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Does Usopp still think you're the expert on love and relationships, or something? Well, you at least knew enough not believe something that dumb.

Exactly. There's nothing far-fetched about the idea.

Yeah, she's reading Archaeology Today and he's reading something like, I dunno, The Art of Murder.

...Don't get so busy you don't eat, yourself. Moron.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

I am the expert on love and relationships, thank you~

I'm pretty sure the title was more subtle than that. And - oh, I don't know! It could have worked!! Shut up.

...I'm not gonna not eat, geez.

strikeout is readable, haha

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Right. Theoretically.

He should just tell her everything he knows about the government's secrets. He was their best agent, I'm sure he's heard mention of Poneglyphs somewhere, and that's what she's really interested in. That and gossip. I mean, that would be my advice if I gave a shit.

Yeah, yeah, I know. But don't make me check on you.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

...That's actually not bad. Hmm.

I've been picking all day as I'm getting stuff ready and I'm sure as hell gonna sit down and eat with everyone tomorrow. I don't need you babysitting me.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Yeah okay, nevermind.

Happy Thanksgiving, cook.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

See? Ate my whole plate. Pretty sure I can't even fucking move right now.

Heh. You too, marimo.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

I don't think anybody can move. Hah, place looks like a fucking warzone, people just collapsing wherever.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

That's the sign of a meal done right~!

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Mmm. Quite a spread, quite a party.

...Clean-up's gonna be a bitch. I guess you won't let us rope the guests into doing it.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Sure as hell won't, got that right. So you might as well get your ass to the kitchen and start on dishes. Gotta round up someone to do the counters and shit, then I can help. At least we wiped out most of the food, so we don't have to worry about putting too much away.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Dammit. Dishes...Well, m'drunk, so you can't kick me in the head if I break shit.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

......How about you wash and I'll dry and put away. That way you don't gotta lift anything out of the sink. You can manage not to be a clumsy oaf for a couple minutes, right?

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

'Course I can! No problem!

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

...Hey, m'not an oaf!

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh, sure. I'll believe it after all of these dishes get put away without a single crack in 'em.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Che! Just watch!

...These aren't the expensive plates, right?

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Please, like I'd waste the good china on a group THIS big and insane.

But you'd still better not break any!