[ Kaito practically falls onto the counter as she speaks that cursed dish name into existence. ] Please have mercy on me...
[ A beat. He straightens up, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. Grabbing a nearby pad and pen, he jots down her order before turning to hang it on a cord. Part of the wall is open, showing off a busy kitchen, and one of the line cooks nabs the paper to get her food started.
Turning around, Kaito grabs a sake bottle from the top of the shelf. It doesn't look cold, but with a simple spin in his gloved hand followed by a tap on the counter, condensation suddenly begins to cover the surface. Huh. Bar trick?
The chilled spirit is poured into a shotglass that he pushes across to her. ]
For the record, it's very good. Made the recipe years ago, and we've been refining it ever since. You won't regret it.
[ Oh, that's neat. She'll have to ask him how he does that. She's seen a lot of different people do a lot of different strange things... so it's not that outlandish, honestly. But it is cool! She settles her elbows on the bar and puts her chin in her hands with a soft sigh. ]
I bet you're right. As for the heat...
[ She shakes her head. ]
It's a little better now that the sun is starting to go down, but it's been hot all day. I swear I feel like I'm melting.
Kaito plucks another bottle from the shelf, giving it the same rapid-cooling treatment, then pours the clear liquid into a smaller shotglass. The bottle's covered in Korean characters. Soju!
Siiiiiiip. ]
Yeah, I can relate. I've been in the kitchen since early this morning. Summer used to be awful when our AC didn't work properly and all we had were old fans to blow hot air around.
[ Kaito cracks a smile, knocking his glass back. ] Just kidding. You work long enough in adverse conditions, your body learns to adapt. It has no choice, unless it wants to die.
I'm sure it's tough. I've gotten used to the conditions over time, but I'll be happy when I can finally own a shop of my own. First thing I'm gonna do is make sure the AC is premium.
[ Nodnod. Kaito fills another shot for both of them as a chime rings out behind him. Suddenly, the window is completely blotted out by dark orange.
Closer inspection reveals that there's a giant of a man casually holding a bowl in one of his massive hands. No sight of his face or anything below his abs. Just a pure wall of orange apron.
Kaito turns and clamps both hands on the underside of the bowl. In the big guy's hand, the vessel seemed of average size, but it's nearly as wide as Kaito's chest...
Carefully, he sets the mammoth bowl onto the counter in front of Yuzuriha. It seems less like a ramen bowl and more like a ramen mountain with how many toppings are piled high.
Kaito waves the Big Chungus off and flashes a grin. Chopsticks and a spoon are placed in grabbing range. ]
One House Special With A Name I Dare Not Speak Aloud, ready to eat.
[ Oh wow, that guy's huge! She knows one or two people who could give him a run for his money, of course. But still. She claps her hands together as Kaito returns with the bowl that's as big as her head and flashes a big smile. ]
Let's eat! Thank you~
[ She digs in with a will, using chopsticks to slurp up mouthfuls of noodles as she starts to chow down. She pauses in between mouthfuls of ramen to say something. ]
[ Watching people eat never fails to amaze Kaito. He'd comment on how well she's clearing the bowl, but it'd be a case of the pot calling the kettle black considering how he basically inhales his food on any given day...
Instead, he pulls up a stool of his own and props an elbow on the bar before resting his chin on his hand. Her wink prompts a smirk as he throws back another shot. ]
Heh. Look at you laying on the charm. I'm happy enough watching you tear into your food. Few things please a chef more than watching people enjoy their dishes, y'know? I'll tell the staff they did a really good job this time.
[ Although she's busy chowing down right now, so she doesn't have much else to say, at least for right now. She does pause to chase some of the food with a bit more sake, though. ]
Stroking egos is sometimes necessary. Although there's always people who think other things need stroking...
[ Kaito snickers, poking her bottle before pouring himself a third shot of soju. ]
As a remidner, I am a professional secret keeper... and very curious to boot. But if you're not interested, that's fine. There are surely a hundred more entertaining things to talk about, right?
[ Yeah, he sure is being generous with the booze despite it being so expensive. The benefits of not actually having to pay for things! ]
Would you like anything else? We've got a really nice tangerine ice cream that I may or may not have pressured the boss into adding to the menu for my personal benefit.
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[ A beat. He straightens up, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. Grabbing a nearby pad and pen, he jots down her order before turning to hang it on a cord. Part of the wall is open, showing off a busy kitchen, and one of the line cooks nabs the paper to get her food started.
Turning around, Kaito grabs a sake bottle from the top of the shelf. It doesn't look cold, but with a simple spin in his gloved hand followed by a tap on the counter, condensation suddenly begins to cover the surface. Huh. Bar trick?
The chilled spirit is poured into a shotglass that he pushes across to her. ]
For the record, it's very good. Made the recipe years ago, and we've been refining it ever since. You won't regret it.
How's the heat outside?
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I bet you're right. As for the heat...
[ She shakes her head. ]
It's a little better now that the sun is starting to go down, but it's been hot all day. I swear I feel like I'm melting.
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Literally cool. Ayyyyyyy—Kaito plucks another bottle from the shelf, giving it the same rapid-cooling treatment, then pours the clear liquid into a smaller shotglass. The bottle's covered in Korean characters. Soju!
Siiiiiiip. ]
Yeah, I can relate. I've been in the kitchen since early this morning. Summer used to be awful when our AC didn't work properly and all we had were old fans to blow hot air around.
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Oh, I can imagine. That's even worse than being stuck outside, with all those stoves going! I don't know how you do it.
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[ Kaito cracks a smile, knocking his glass back. ] Just kidding. You work long enough in adverse conditions, your body learns to adapt. It has no choice, unless it wants to die.
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[ Although for her it's been... acclimating to pain to and other adverse conditions and not merely heat. ]
I hope you don't find it too nasty, though. Although I appreciate all the hard work in making us tasty food~
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[ Nodnod. Kaito fills another shot for both of them as a chime rings out behind him. Suddenly, the window is completely blotted out by dark orange.
Closer inspection reveals that there's a giant of a man casually holding a bowl in one of his massive hands. No sight of his face or anything below his abs. Just a pure wall of orange apron.
Kaito turns and clamps both hands on the underside of the bowl. In the big guy's hand, the vessel seemed of average size, but it's nearly as wide as Kaito's chest...
Carefully, he sets the mammoth bowl onto the counter in front of Yuzuriha. It seems less like a ramen bowl and more like a ramen mountain with how many toppings are piled high.
Kaito waves the Big Chungus off and flashes a grin. Chopsticks and a spoon are placed in grabbing range. ]
One House Special With A Name I Dare Not Speak Aloud, ready to eat.
Please enjoy.
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Let's eat! Thank you~
[ She digs in with a will, using chopsticks to slurp up mouthfuls of noodles as she starts to chow down. She pauses in between mouthfuls of ramen to say something. ]
This is delicious! My compliments!
[ She beams and then flashes a wink. ]
I'll definitely find a way to say thank you!
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Instead, he pulls up a stool of his own and props an elbow on the bar before resting his chin on his hand. Her wink prompts a smirk as he throws back another shot. ]
Heh. Look at you laying on the charm. I'm happy enough watching you tear into your food. Few things please a chef more than watching people enjoy their dishes, y'know? I'll tell the staff they did a really good job this time.
[ Now it's his turn to wink. ]
Though you're free to continue stroking my ego.
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[ Although she's busy chowing down right now, so she doesn't have much else to say, at least for right now. She does pause to chase some of the food with a bit more sake, though. ]
Stroking egos is sometimes necessary. Although there's always people who think other things need stroking...
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Hmm... Sorry, Yuzuriha. This is a family-friendly establishment. I have no idea what kind of stroking you're referring to.
[ His teasing voice makes it clear that this is a joke. ] What got you into ninjutsu, anyway? Or is that a confidential topic?
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[ She doesn't bother to stifle her laugh, but she does shoot him a look through her lashes as she takes another drink of her sake. ]
Sorry, maybe it's the sake~
[ Another sip. ]
Mmm. It's a long story and I don't know if it'd be that entertaining.
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[ Kaito snickers, poking her bottle before pouring himself a third shot of soju. ]
As a remidner, I am a professional secret keeper... and very curious to boot. But if you're not interested, that's fine. There are surely a hundred more entertaining things to talk about, right?
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[ She laughs quietly. ]
Mmm. It's just something I don't talk about much. Sorry to disappoint!
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[ Yeah, he sure is being generous with the booze despite it being so expensive. The benefits of not actually having to pay for things! ]
Would you like anything else? We've got a really nice tangerine ice cream that I may or may not have pressured the boss into adding to the menu for my personal benefit.