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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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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.

Edited 2012-01-30 05:39 (UTC)

[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. >>]

More than I expected to... [He hums, and takes a seat across from her.]

For instance, don't let Brook cook for you. He spent all his creative genius on music.

Really? What sort of things has he tried to cook?

Soup for a sick crewmate of mine.

... I think he nearly killed Nami-san instead.

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