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[And this early evening, the journal will pick up the sound of one small British girl muttering to herself.]

Well, this is very rude. It didn't snow last autumn, you know. I think I ought to complain.

[Huff. Followed by a small ow, barely heard. And silence. Then finally:]

Oh! [And the journal is picked up finally. Because you, the townsfolk, should know the answer to this question. Clearly.] Did we get visited by aliens in the night? I think I've been experimented on. [Okay, that is totally the best thing ever.] I hope they looked like Elvis clones.

Has anyone seen my cat?

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[There is suddenly a very, very intrigued pirate chef staring into his journal, looking more than a little hopeful]

... If we did, I missed the party.

[There is this long silence.

--and suddenly there is a pooka practically mashing her face against the journal window like she can pour herself through the damn thing. B||]

--Sanji?

[8DDDD?]

[8DDDD!!]

Katie-chan~! [For once, the force of his excitement blocks out any and every piece of guilt that would usually come rushing in to ruin his happiness.] You're back!

Well, you're back first! [Because OBVIOUSLY THIS WAS A COMPETITION. Her happy smiling face suddenly transforms into a horrible petulant scowl. Which...nevertheless promises to turn into a grin again very shortly.]

You promised you wouldn't leave.

[This must be some type of record - in the dog house after exchanging three lines of dialogue. He puts on his best remorseful face (which is half remorse and half sheepish laughter) and claps his hands together in front of his face, pleading for mercy]

I know - and you were right, Katie-chan. My sincerest apologies! If there's any way I can make it up to you...

[>> M-maybe fish?]

Hmm. [Problem is, Katie suspects he was already forced to pay for it. ...or was he? She wonders.]

Did anything bad happen to you when you went home?

...

Uh. [WHAT DO YOU KNOW? HE DIDN'T TELL YOU ANYTHING. HE WAS FORCED INTO IT. FORCED, HE SAYS. DON'T JUDGE HIM PLEASE HE KNOWS THAT SHADE OF PINK WASN'T HIS COLOR--

Wait.]

I, uh... ran into a bit of trouble here and there. [Peering at her almost nervously, before he switches his tone into something more cheerful] A-ahaha, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle, of course~! Katie-chan doesn't need to worry!

I can't help worrying. You people always get into all sorts of trouble without me. [She's going to take that as a 'yes' in any case.]

I forgive you, anyway.

Maaah, can't argue with that.

[Grinning widely] But I'll have you know I've kept Brook in line for you while you've been away~!

[He knows she does indeed forgive him, but hey, might as well make her day while he's at it.]

[...

oh. Small voice.]

Brook's back?

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[Hey now, what's with that reaction. He thought you'd be excited -

or maybe you're just wowed by this revelation]

That's right. Shithead showed up before I did.

[It's wowed. But it's also nervous, because if Brook is back--]

But he hasn't said anything.

That idiot's probably just stuffing his shitty face. Or locked in the music room.

Don't worry, Katie-chan. I'll find him for ya.

[Oh well, then. In that case, she brightens right up.]

Is he doing well?

Trust me, he's the same ol' Brook.

Just a rockstar now. [MINOR DETAIL]

[SDKFA:DA MINOR DETAIL--]

He's a rock star? Is he famous!?

Everyone knows his name. [Lucky bastard.]

[EEEEEE SHE'S FRIENDS WITH SOMEONE FAMOUS]

Really!? I shall have to get his autograph. Does he get a lot of screaming girls?

... Well, a few here and there.

[HE'S NOT POUTING. Or sore. Gentleman do not get sore about these things.]

[Luckily for Sanji Katie is oblivious to his not-sore feelings.] I bet it's very tiring to be a rock star. People follow you with cameras everywhere and I'm sure all that screaming would give them a headache. Does everyone in Luceti know he's famous, too?

[... She brings up a good point, though Sanji is unsure why hordes of screaming ladies wanting to kiss you is a bad thing. 8|a]

I don't think so. Or they're far more polite about their shitty adoration compared to his fans back home.

[True, it could be worse. They could throw their underwear at him instead. 8|| ...though a thoughtful question now.]

Does he still play the violin?

[At that, Sanji smiles]

I'm pretty sure that's not something he'd ever give up, not even for fame.

Good.

...

Do you still cook?

[>_>]

[Ffffff.]

I could tell you...

Or you could come by and see for yourself.

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