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Title: To Go By Nose Alone (... It was all I could come up with)
Pairing: SanLuf
Raiting: G
Word Count: 294
Topic: Vanilla
It had reached the time of day where Sanji found himself in-between jobs. Lunch was over and done with, and it was far too early to begin preparations for dinner. And so, indulged in recipes not necessary for survival.
Bowls, utensils, and ingredients were spread over the counter as the cook made one more run through his checklist.
Eggs
Check
Flour
Check
Sugar
Check
Butter
Check
Raspberry Jam
Check
Confectioner’s Sugar
Check
Vanilla Extract
Check
Capitan Firmly Under Foot
Sanji tensed the muscles in his left leg, earning him a small ‘eep’ from the captain beneath fitted leather.
Check
Smiling, Sanji set aside the list and began making his measurements.
Meanwhile, below the steel pressure that was Sanji’s foot, Luffy’s nose twitched.
“Thad smellsh gud Sanji.” Was the squashed comment.
The cook merely offered a thoughtful ‘hmm’ as a response, setting the tiny bottle of vanilla aside.
As Sanji made to whisk the egg yolks and vanilla together, the sound of Nami’s voice drifted into the kitchen.
“Sanji. My drink’s empty!”
The poised whisk, suddenly found itself atop the counter once more as the blonde pirouetted upon Luffy’s head, a tray seemingly appearing form nowhere. Sanji floated to the door, smoky hearts rising to kiss the ceiling, and stopped just short of stepping on deck.
“Touch nothing.” Was the brief, and pointed warning offered to the straw-hat captain before Sanji disappeared beyond the doorframe.
And Luffy complied…
For about 2.534 seconds, before extending a rubbery arm to the counter and taking hold of the small bottle.
It was as Sanji made to refill Nami’s glass, that the sound of nearly terrified disgust resonated from within the kitchen.
Smirking to himself, Sanji made no rush back to his kitchen.
‘Serves you right ya friggin’ monkey.’