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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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[I wonder >_>]

O-oh, really? Perhaps the other one went home while you were away. It's a pity. Luceti is a very nice place for cats.

Yeah, it's a shame... Pumpkin-chan would've liked her. [Speaking of which, he picks her up before she starts climbing all over the girl, and ushers Katie inside.

There might be certain smells to greet her, coming from the kitchen >> Like fish.]

I hope so. [Katie makes a small disappointed face as Pumpkin is removed, but don't worry: said certain smells are extremely distracting. This is the part where she tries to stand casually in the living room while kind of casually taking a step to the kitchen every now and then like it's the most natural thing in the world.]

Are you cooking dinner? How long until it's ready? Would you like a hand?

[Would you like a taste-tester? >>]

No help necessary, but...

[There's a plate on the kitchen table, sporting a very handsome trout Sanji took out of the frying pan five minutes ago.]

I might need someone to finish that before it gets cold.

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[SDKFSSF if she didn't have better manners, Katie might have drooled all over your tabletop.]

All by myself? [Hard to tell if she's awed or worried by this fact. Either way, she's beelining for it with a very hungry look.]

It's alright! I'll let Pumpkin finish what you can't.

[Two cats with one fish. Genius]

Oh, well then. [Sharing a look with Pumpkin. Then she curtseys. Very formally.]

Thank you for the fish.

[And enough of formalities. With the speed she sets to that fish on the table it's a wonder she actually stopped to pick up her knife and fork first.]

... Katie-chan.

When was the last time you ate? [>____> Goddamn. She's gonna reach Luffy speeds at this rate]

[It's one of the few times that Katie opens her mouth to tell an outrageous lie, takes stock of the echoes surrounding Sanji, and decides to say something else entirely. A split second, as she blinks, and then looks shiftily away.]

I'm not sure. I'm sure it was this morning, but it wasn't snowing then. Oh, but I did lots of exercise all day. Perhaps I just worked up an appetite.

[Well, it's mostly true. Also, this is fish. Fish. Nom.]

[;; Thank you, Katie-chan. There's quiet breath of relief before he smiles at her]

Heh, and you are a growing girl, too. [Srsly, she can eat whatever she wants *_*]

I'd have grown a lot more if I didn't lose all those months, I bet. [Yet another grudge to hold. B| She's starting to slow down on the fish back to more delicate, well-mannered levels, holding out small pieces to Pumpkin as well.] Though I suppose it means I'll live even longer, now.

[Katie, you are Pumpkin's new best friend. The cat eagerly sits near the chair, delicately nipping at any food that is offered to her.]

Well, if we ever see a Malnosso bastard, we can lodge an official complaint together. [Sanji, why are you encouraging small children into violence?]

A complaint! I should start a petition. Do you think if I asked them for a job, they'd give me one? [These three sentences seem only loosely connected.]

... A job to petition against them?

[That's not what she meant, but the idea of this makes Katie giggle.] Maybe. It would be very silly of them, though.

Guess you're right. Not that I'd call them smart either.

Oh, I think they're terribly smart. Just not very scientific.

What makes you say that?

They like sticking angel wings on things. I used to do that when I was six.

It's not really that creative, either. Especially when they could've stuck anything on our backs.

I know! Like dramatic cloaks, or emergency food rations. Or advertising.

[Oh he likes the idea of emergency food rations] That second one might be useful. You'd be surprised how many adults in this place shouldn't be allowed near a stove.

Really? I didn't think you were allowed to be an adult until you could cook.

'Fraid not. The only shitty life skill everyone is equipped with is eating. [Usually. He's sure there's someone out there who would love to prove him wrong]

Do you know many who can't, then? [Who should she avoid. >>]

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