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Alright. Two questions. First off, are any of you from Pulse or Cocoon?

Second...

... How long is 'Seventh Heaven' open?

[ As it's probably obvious from Lightning's voice, these two questions (the first of which she was already reluctant to bring up and the second actually not what she was originally planning on asking) come from a very tired and frustrated young woman right now. You see, although she soon received access to personal explanations, the journal network, and the guide after she woke up... that doesn't mean she had to truly believe it all. Without anyone she knows around to basically tie her down, that's why on the morning of the 13th, she got up, deliberately avoided running into anyone, and gathered up what she could before heading off into the forest- to find this 'barrier' around the place herself.

A few days later, it finally hits her for real that she's in serious trouble here. The other l'Cie are unaccounted for, she can't figure a way out, and most importantly, she doesn't know how much time she has left. The Brand on her chest left by the Pulsian fal'Cie changed when she arrived here, and that means her Focus is most likely still in effect. However, away from her own world, she can't complete it even if she wanted to.

And so, looking rather rough around the edges, she's finally making her way back into the main part of town, then heading over to the restaurant Adell had mentioned to her earlier. If you're wondering how she made it out there and back in such a short time despite having zero experience navigating in a place like this... well, it's not like she could get much sleep out there when she was all by herself, right? ]

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[Usually Sanji would continue his over-the-topness because that's how he rolls, but this girl looks... tired. And a bit ragged. So he quiets slightly]

Is there a certain time I should expect you? I can have something warm for you to drink whenever you arrive.

You work there?

I run it.

Sanji at your service, Miss!

Ah, right.

[ Adell mentioned a Sanji, didn't he? She frowns slightly, thinking a moment. ]

Just... warm water would be fine.

Can do!

[And if she has nothing else to say, he'll be waiting as promised for whenever she arrives]

Thank you.

[ And it isn't long before she makes an appearance, carrying a bag and her gunblade and looking like... well, someone who's been tramping through the cold forest for a few days without taking the time to clean up or rest yet. That doesn't mean she's not clearly scrutinizing the place when she walks in, though. Pretty much everything is weird to her here so far. ]

[It's mostly empty when she enters, which is why Sanji's quick to notice the arrival. He makes his presence known from one of the tables he's polishing off]

Is this the lady I spoke to over the journals?

[ She puts a hand on her hip. Technically, who knows how many 'ladies' he's talked to over journal, but: ]

That's right.

[Let's not crush numbers, it would be staggering >> But Sanji never forgets a face!]

You can take a seat wherever you like! I'll be out with you drink shortly~!

[It's technically ready - he just needs to fetch it. Which he shall do post-haste]

Hm.

[ As she does after a moment of deliberation, pushing down any second guesses about this whole idea in the first place. It's not like she has anything better to do.

Still, tired as she is it's easy to tell that old habits die hard- she continues to keep herself and her things ready to go at a moment's notice, even as she immediately pulls out her journal again and sets it on the table. ]

[She... does seem to be strung tight, for all that she's tired. He notes whatever he can without actually pausing to stare, and a few seconds later return with the warm glass, along with a menu]

Here you are. And hungry, by any chance? [He'd guess yes but you can never be sure]

Huh? Oh. I guess so.

[ She blinks slowly, staring at the menu without picking it up- there's a reason why she only requested water... though there's also a reason why she came somewhere like this, instead of trying to pick stuff out of a store again. ]

Everything is... really strong here.

[ More of a general observation than a complaint of what she currently sees, but she has been meaning to make it ever since she bothered to try anything. ]

Strong? [He mutters the word curiously, his own gaze dropping down towards the menu.]

If you'd like, I can make you a more subtle dish. [He's opening up his journal, flipping to the back pages]

Do you like fish?

[ She taps her fingers on the table idly, starting to wonder if there's really anything to be done when it might be a problem with the base ingredients in the first place.

But fish she can probably do... one of her hometown's major claims to fame is the beach, after all. ]

Hmm... yeah. What kind of fish?

[Too heavy on the sauce... no, salmon packs a lot of flavor... Ah, here we are.

He shows her a picture of this (http://sparklette.net/archives/457/codfish.jpg).]

I'd recommend codfish myself, with a saffron sauce.

[ With a what sauce? She looks slightly doubtful, but also doesn't know enough to object or anything, so... ]

Alright.

Understood~! [He closes the journal with a snap and slips it into his jacket, taking his leave. The dish won't take long to prepare, and it might only be twenty minutes before he returns with it]

Here you are. [He places it in front of her.] Please enjoy~

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