[And Sanji will certainly be waiting. He pokes his head out of the kitchen at regular intervals starting ten minutes before 4:00, checking the dining room in case Van feels like showing up early. Whenever he spots the familiar figure, he'll step out of the kitchen proper for the other to see, and pointedly nod his head behind him.
To the kitchen with you. They'll hold the interview there.]
[Action]faterecantedDecember 15 2011, 20:25:00 UTC
[Sanji won't have to check too many times; Van arrives at precisely 5 'til 4, as should be expected of a military man. He catches sight of the other man quickly, and follows his gesture into the kitchen, pulling out a bandanna to tie over his hair on the way.]
[Action] Wow, I'm sorry. This was lost in my inbox.odastillhatesmeDecember 19 2011, 06:48:08 UTC
[It's the bandanna that ends up impressing Sanji, more than the punctuality. The man has obviously cooked before, if he knows enough to keep hair pulled out of sight (nevermind Sanji's hair is always in his damn eyes). In any case, Sanji's eyes flick toward it in mild approval]
No, you're right on time. [And he gestures again, towards a section of the kitchen separated from the whole by virtue of its cleared counter space, save a variety of pots, pans, and whatever else Van might deem suited for his dish.]
The interview is simple enough. You have an hour to make whatever the hell you want. [He launches right into the directions, his hands parking into his pockets] This restaurant serves food from all across the shitty universe, so there's no point in limiting you to a specific culture or style. If you know how to make it, then it's fair game.
I'm grading you on time management, taste, and presentation. You'll know if you're hired before you leave.
[Action] No worries, it happens.faterecantedDecember 21 2011, 03:07:32 UTC
[Van doesn't want to eat his hair. He's sure no one else does either. (And there is such a lot of hair to keep out of the way.)] No, that's quite clear.
[Unless Sanji has more to say, he has cooking to do.]
[Nope, Sanji's said his piece. He moves and gives Van free reign of the area, resigning to a place that won't hinder the man's movements.
But he does watch. Perhaps not blatantly - he doesn't drill a stare into Van's back - but his gaze takes in the scene and the proficiency of Van's execution.]
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In that case, you're free to drop by when you've got time for an interview. We can talk more there.
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Would this afternoon do? I wouldn't want to invade your kitchen when you're busy.
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To the kitchen with you. They'll hold the interview there.]
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I hope you weren't waiting long.
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No, you're right on time. [And he gestures again, towards a section of the kitchen separated from the whole by virtue of its cleared counter space, save a variety of pots, pans, and whatever else Van might deem suited for his dish.]
The interview is simple enough. You have an hour to make whatever the hell you want. [He launches right into the directions, his hands parking into his pockets] This restaurant serves food from all across the shitty universe, so there's no point in limiting you to a specific culture or style. If you know how to make it, then it's fair game.
I'm grading you on time management, taste, and presentation. You'll know if you're hired before you leave.
[In other words: Impress him] Any questions?
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[Unless Sanji has more to say, he has cooking to do.]
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But he does watch. Perhaps not blatantly - he doesn't drill a stare into Van's back - but his gaze takes in the scene and the proficiency of Van's execution.]
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