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[It was Sunday today. That meant today was the day Cheyenne had to do something she hated doing more than anything else in Luceti.]

[Grocery shopping.]

[She can be found walking around inside the grocery store, holding an empty bag at her side. Every so often she picks something up, frowns at it, and then puts it back. Occassionally she might shake something, maybe even peek under her blindfold in the hopes of getting a better look at it, but so far that bag looks pretty empty. She'll keep this up for about an hour until she's filled the bag, most of it either produce or something microwavable, and then make her way back to CH 6 to drop her things off. Unfortunately, all the snow from the day before was still covering most of the paths, so she'll probably trip once or twice on her way there.]

[That out of the way, Cheyenne moves on to how she usually spends her day: finding various places to relax and perhaps listen to the spirits passing by throughout the village. More often than not, that place is a bridge; the running water of the river underneath is one of the few things she's always able to see, after all. It's much more comforting than the stillness of her apartment, even if it is chillier sitting near the water.]

[And in the evening, after a failed cooking attempt that she won't be in the mood to talk about, she heads to Seventh Heaven to get something to eat there. All in all, a rather normal day for this illusionist.]

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[... Ouch. Shot down. He teeters mid-whirl and now looks at her with more concerned curiosity]

Are you feeling okay?

I suppose... I am not. [She sounds a bit unsure. She's frustrated, but isn't sure how to explain what that feels like, which only adds more frustration... it's a vicious cycle. Her expression remains neutral.]

It was not my intention to come here for yet another meal, but it seems I am rather incapable of preparing a meal for myself.

I see. [There's a pause as he looks around to make sure no one needs attending, then slips into the seat across from her. To be honest, he's wondered about this]

Can you see what you're making, Cheyenne-chan?

Not at all. Although I would like to think I've improved greatly from when I first arrived, shopping is still rather difficult when all packaging looks the same.

[Now there's a frown on her face.] And as you can imagine, the same is true for cooking said food.

[She's... cooking blind?

Shit, no wonder she keeps coming here. Give Sanji a moment to absorb that.]

That is a problem... Can you do any better with fresh produce? The stuff that's not in packages.

Generally that is what most of my meals consisted of in those first few weeks. However, since I have learned to use the microwave, I've been able to prepare many of the instant foods available in the store without... much incident.

[For someone usually so hard to read, it's pretty obvious an incident of some sort must have ruined her dinner plans for tonight. Nonetheless, her expression goes blank again, as she isn't sure what facial expression matches this particular feeling.]

[Sanji's nose wrinkles at that. He understands the appeal of insta-foods, but as a chef, their very existence is equivalent to a slap in the face. He does not like.

Still, this isn't about him; this is about trying to help a lady. He rubs his chin in thought, musing]

Sorry for the boldness, but I take it tonight wasn't exactly a ... success?

[Silence. There's a rather strange emotion running through her right now, and she isn't sure she's ever felt it before... her voice is rather flat as she replies.]

That is putting it mildly.

[Now he's just curious.]

Mind telling me about it? Maybe I can help you prevent future accidents.

[ . . . ]

[How odd, why does her face suddenly feel so hot?]

I do not wish to talk about it.

[She might not know the feeling, but the reddened face is all the sign Sanji needs to decipher it. And it's damn hard not to smile, as a result]

Alright, we don't have to.

Would you rather order instead?

Thank you. [That blush is going to take awhile to go away, which she doesn't seem too happy about. What an unpleasant feeling this is! Perhaps if she doesn't dwell on it, it'll go away on it's own.]

Mm. I suppose I shall be satisfied by whatever you bring. [A pause.] ...although I would prefer if, whatever it is, there are no noodles.

I can do no noodles, just for you, Cheyenne-chan~! [Because he's guessing you accidentally exploded them at home. Maybe. That's what it feels like]

Before that though, anything to drink? [Maybe something cool to take off that flush.]

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[You don't even know, man. The noodles were everywhere.]

[Everywhere.]

A glass of ice water would be preferable.

As my goddess commands~!! [He's quick to get that water, as always, but apparently he did some thinking along the way. Rather than immediately retreat back to the kitchen, he comments, setting the glass of water down in front of her:]

Do you really want to learn how to cook?

[She takes a quick sip of that water once it's set down, the blush thankfully leaving her face. She wasn't sure what that was, but she hopes it doesn't come back.]

I suppose it would be beneficial for myself to learn, although I am uncertain how easy an task it would be to teacher me, considering my limitations in sight.

[Not to mention her aversion to fire, but that goes unsaid for now.]

You're right - I don't know how to get around that part. Unless there's a way to make the food turn... visible.

[There's a pause.]

[And then, with the utmost seriousness:]

I do not believe I would wish to cook food that possessed a soul, Sanji.

E-eeeh?

Oh, that's right - you see souls. [The implications of what he just said are rather... disturbing]

Alright, uh, forget that plan then!

[It's too late, the thought is in her head and it's a rather disturbing one.]

Although I do suppose there are many foods that at one point possessed some semblance of a soul... but I would rather hope one would not cook them while they still possess it. Being cooked alive sounds rather unpleasant.

[Almost as unpleasant as this topic at a dinner table.]

Ah... I guess that's true...

Never really thought about it before. [;A; Cheyenne, why?]

So far what I have learned to prepare I learned through trial and error, getting by with touch alone. Although, it is understandably difficult for me to attempt this while cooking something hot... [Why yes, she has burned herself trying. And no, she doesn't want to talk about that either. :|b]

[Ouch. It really bites that Cheyenne automatically fails the first lesson of Cooking 101: watch the food.]

You know I don't mind cooking for you at all, Cheyenne-chan~! And if you do feel like trying, maybe it'd work if I supervised.

I suppose I shall consider it. For now, I am thankful to have somewhere available to me where I can get food without the need to depend on my own limited cooking abilities.

[Aww, look Sanji, you even get a smile.]

[And thus, everything is worth it. 8|b]

Well then, let me get started on your meal~!

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