[sanji........ baren just surveys over the mess before he laughs again, leaning against the flour even if he's careful to pick the... least floury spot.]
Yeah, okay.
You know it doesn't have to, right? I never expected a cake in the first place. Let's just drink and watch shitty TV.
[Maybe it's the alcohol. Maybe it's the fact it's gonna be Baren's birthday. But Sanji's expression seizes briefly, not in pain but a vulnerable sort of discomfort that's quickly covered by a scowl. Two seconds later and he shoves his hands into his pockets with an overdone sigh.]
Whatever. It's your birthday.
[Apparently, Baren gets to make the rules tonight.]
[Baren laughs at that easily, waving a hand. He goes to turn off the oven before a disaster strikes and also generally cleans up what can be salvaged in a quick minute - and then he shrugs.]
You don't have to. The show was good enough.
[He had a laugh? So he's happy. The fact that Sanji even wanted to make him a cake for his birthday makes him puff up like a dumb tsun, full of fluster and confusion.
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Baren, meanwhile, is trying so hard not to laugh as he just silently goes to pick up some of the spilled flour on the floor into his hands and just.
Lays his hands flat like an airport runway and then suddenly blows off all the excess flour to assault Sanji's face.]
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[So roars the chef like he doesn't have a mask of flour caked around his eyes like a dollar-store raccoon toy.]
Stop distracting me already!
STOP NOW YOU HAVE THE WORST ICON
Stop being an easy target! C'mon, where's the cake!
/WINS THE WAR
[Gesturing to the mess on the counter in earnest as he wipes his face of flour.]
It's just --- gimme a sec, I'm sure it'll come to me.
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Yeah, okay.
You know it doesn't have to, right? I never expected a cake in the first place. Let's just drink and watch shitty TV.
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[Maybe it's the alcohol. Maybe it's the fact it's gonna be Baren's birthday. But Sanji's expression seizes briefly, not in pain but a vulnerable sort of discomfort that's quickly covered by a scowl. Two seconds later and he shoves his hands into his pockets with an overdone sigh.]
Whatever. It's your birthday.
[Apparently, Baren gets to make the rules tonight.]
I'll make it for ya later.
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You don't have to. The show was good enough.
[He had a laugh? So he's happy. The fact that Sanji even wanted to make him a cake for his birthday makes him puff up like a dumb tsun, full of fluster and confusion.
So he'd rather not revisit it.]
Don't sweat it, Sanj. I'm good.