#( Makes me want to have Anita interact with a Mammon because she hasn't yet )

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⟬ meme / @earthssprout ⟭

Ambiguous: what's your favorite meal that Sanji makes? // ( for every babysitter & friend that's had the pleasure of tasting his cooking! )

The answer that came was a unanimous one in sound only. No one had the same dish spring to mind, but all of them were passionate about the food that Ariana's father made. Unfortunately, the rise of enthusiastic voices may have been too much for the small girl, and Sanji was quick to put a stop to the verbal clamoring before it became overly hectic.

"One at a time!" The command was firm but not intimidating, every voice going quiet immediately. As soon as they contained themselves, Sanji turned towards the two sitting closest to each other: the stuntwoman and the small hamadryad beside her.

"Anita, Rowan — do you two want to answer first~?"

"Oh, oh! Can I go first?" Rowan bounced on the sofa with her knees, hands pressed to Anita's leg so she wouldn't lose her balance and hit the floor.

"Alright, short stuff. Go for it."

"I like all of the vegetables he makes, especially when they're soft and mushy!"

"That ain't a dish!" Grumbled the white-haired demon across the room. Rowan, struck by the denial of her favorite, pouted and sank where she sat.

"Yes, it is. . ."

"Don't listen to him, Row. He's a dillweed." Anita snipped.

"What's a dillweed?"

"Hey, Anita, how about you tell us what your favorite food is?" Peter, eyes wide with warning, hoped she might take the bait rather than expanding Rowan's vocabulary in the wrong direction.

"Oh, he makes sick burgers. Last time he made me one, he made me a mushroom and swiss. Just thinking about it is making me want one."

"I'll get right on it," purred the cook from the kitchen.

"Y'all ain't thinkin' big enough! This guy's almost as good as Barbatos, but you're pickin' chump dishes. The guy cooks a mean steak, and he don't use that cheap-ass meat!"

"Mammon!"

"What?!"

"I'm with Mammon. Sanji's steaks are really good. His stews are amazing, but so are his tacos and burritos. The pad thai he made the other day was yummy, and the snacks before made me want more. You should really try his pies and cakes too. Meatloaf and meatballs, stuffed peppers, eggs, pizza, tarts, ice cream. . ." Every dish listed made Beelzebub's mouth water harder, until he sat there with his mouth open and dripping.

"Beel, you're doin' it again, dammit! Stop droolin' all over the place!"

While the oldest of the two brothers attempted to keep himself dry, Peter distanced himself. Safe on the arm of the sofa Anita and Rowan shared, he decided then to answer the question himself.

"Don't get me wrong, there's really only one good pizza place around here, but Mr. Sanji is really good. He knows how much sauce to put on, what toppings I like. The cheese pull. . ." Peter dropped his head back, and the mention of cheese made Anita's stomach rumble.

"Right? Actual art."

"Seriously!"

Sanji, still rummaging about in the kitchen, let out a bashful laugh. "We still haven't heard an answer from you, Ari. What's your favorite?"