[ Disregard that ever so slightly nervous oh. Listen—look. He's basically been through all the stages of Alphen and his cooking... twice now, technically? The Hell (Literal) stage, the Trying His Best stage, the Bless His Heart It's Edible stage, and the Holy Shit, This Is Genius stage. Back home, and then again here, and it's all basically played out the same. Trouble is, since they got to Copalli, Law has never seemed to have a free brain cell available to remember what stage they're at, so he either finds himself overly unwilling or entirely too willing to eat whatever Alphen's made, depending on how stupid he is that day.
He can't remember what stage they're at now, either. Like... no mask, but when was it he stopped killing everybody with the curry? Did he ever? There was definitely a point when it wasn't lethal, yeah.... probably... oh well. You know what? He's feeling ready for a little risk. And hey, putting potentially dangerous food in front of him is a great way to distract him from wondering what it is he's supposed to be ready for! ]
You get that set up, I'm just gonna... grab something real quick.
[ The "something" that he grabs is from the storage over in what could loosely be called his kitchen, kept cold courtesy some ice flan leavings: milk.
If he's gonna do this, he's gonna come prepared. It's the only way. He just... gently places that bottle on the table along with everything else as he sits down. ]
I knew there was a reason I decided to keep this around instead of shipping it off with the rest.
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Date: 2022-12-25 04:38 am (UTC)[ Disregard that ever so slightly nervous oh. Listen—look. He's basically been through all the stages of Alphen and his cooking... twice now, technically? The Hell (Literal) stage, the Trying His Best stage, the Bless His Heart It's Edible stage, and the Holy Shit, This Is Genius stage. Back home, and then again here, and it's all basically played out the same. Trouble is, since they got to Copalli, Law has never seemed to have a free brain cell available to remember what stage they're at, so he either finds himself overly unwilling or entirely too willing to eat whatever Alphen's made, depending on how stupid he is that day.
He can't remember what stage they're at now, either. Like... no mask, but when was it he stopped killing everybody with the curry? Did he ever? There was definitely a point when it wasn't lethal, yeah.... probably... oh well. You know what? He's feeling ready for a little risk. And hey, putting potentially dangerous food in front of him is a great way to distract him from wondering what it is he's supposed to be ready for! ]
You get that set up, I'm just gonna... grab something real quick.
[ The "something" that he grabs is from the storage over in what could loosely be called his kitchen, kept cold courtesy some ice flan leavings: milk.
If he's gonna do this, he's gonna come prepared. It's the only way. He just... gently places that bottle on the table along with everything else as he sits down. ]
I knew there was a reason I decided to keep this around instead of shipping it off with the rest.