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[digiorno]

buongiorno! sorry i missed you; i'll happily get back to you as soon as i'm done with whatever business i'm on. leave a message!

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[punchboth]

[There he is. Okuyasu shuffles over with his hands in his pockets, keeping his distance from the actual food and stovetop because he's been schooled thoroughly on how to behave in someone else's kitchen by this point...

But. Giorno. Really.] Nice apron.

[digiorno]

Thank you.

[Such dignity. He jerks his head over toward the sink.]

Wash your hands.

[punchboth]

Oh-- right. [Woop there he goes, obediently. Over his shoulder:]

Sooo what's on the menu today, chef?

[digiorno]

[Okuyasu is so pure. He gets an approving smile.]

I did tell you I'm not a chef. It's penne and chicken and asparagus in cream sauce. Nothing fancy.

[punchboth]

You're a chef right now. Humor me, man.

[He shakes his hands mostly free of water before nabbing a hand towel and resuming his previous watching spot.]

For real, I couldn't make a scream sauce if you punched me in the face with the recipe.

[digiorno]

Cream sauce.

[He's smiling a little, though.]

If I punched you in the face with the recipe you'd just be unconscious.

[punchboth]

[Waving his towel with an exaggerated frown, look, he is not the brains here.]

You get my point, dude. I can cook instant shit and boil some stuff and that's it.

[digiorno]

No, I do get your point.

[He pauses for a moment, digs around in a drawer to find the right size knife.]

I taught myself. I burned a lot of food in the process.

[punchboth]

You got time for that? Lucky.

[Time and also Italy, where everything is certifiably delicious. He's kind of jealous.]

[digiorno]

I'm good at time management, that's all.

. . . Oh. There are snacks in the cabinet if you want? Since you're starving.

[punchboth]

That makes one of us... [he says, as he already starts to gravitate toward the cabinet. But then he pauses, looking at it very seriously.]

I can't do it. Not with chicken at stake.

[digiorno]

[Okuyasu . . .]

You could just have a small snack. It won't ruin your appetite.

[punchboth]

That's not the point! It's all about this food, y'know, not snacks.

[He's paraphrasing the importance of well-made food, but it stands.]

[digiorno]

Oh. So it's like a religious experience.

[Weird, but sure.]

[punchboth]

Uh. What? Do you ever actually eat good food?

[Can he trust a man who thinks food is jesus.]

[digiorno]

Yes? I'm Italian.

[Oku don't lose faith just because Gio is weird as fuck.]

[punchboth]

[Okay but being weird as fuck is sort of a thing... that one notices...]

I'm still not gonna pray to your chicken or anything.

[digiorno]

. . . Good. I might have to kick you out if you did.

[STIRS PASTA WHILE STARING AT OKU DISBELIEVINGLY]

[punchboth]

[HOLDING UP HIS HANDS LIKE DUDE??]

Hey man, only one of us brought up religious experiences and it wasn't me.

sure did lose this notif wtf SORRY

[digiorno]

You implied it.

[Not . . . really.]

i forgive bc of that icon

[punchboth]

[.... Giorno.]

Dude are you like, huffing some weird chicken fumes over there or what? I'm starting to get concerned.

[digiorno]

[MAYBE??]

Hallucinations are a common hazard of cooking.

[punchboth]

[Giorno this is too much]

Man, quit it, I kinda believe you.

[digiorno]

[smiles!!]

There are no hallucinogens in your chicken. I promise.

[punchboth]

[hmmm... HMMM]

I never want to get high as fuck from a chicken.