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[deviledlegs]

Hey, all you heavenly angels and cocky asshats! Consider this your very first public service announcement on behalf of everyone's favorite pirate cook, Sanji.

[There he is, blowing cigarette smoke at his phone's camera with that shit-eating grin. All is well, or so it seems.]

I need food wrapping paper and air-tight containers. A shit ton of them.

Each and every lovely lady who has the generosity to go out of her way and deliver some to me will go home with any dish her heart desires so long as I have the ingredients! You other bastards can just be grateful knowing you might not actually starve later.

[He wiggles his fingers in a rather silly goodbye gesture.]

Ciao!

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[Video]

[missiondeterminant]

[Connor is, as usual, covering the LED on his temple with a beanie and so appears human; however, he is definitely not, and therefore this whole food issue doesn't matter to him in the slightest. It's for that reason that he just sounds vaguely curious when he asks--]

Is insulting approximately half the population really the best method of getting the supplies you want?

[deviledlegs]

It's the best way I operate, and since I'm the one preparing the food, my answer is yes!

[He insists proudly. Like a dumbass.]

[missiondeterminant]

[...Humans. So dumb. But he prefers this to some alternatives, so he's still just faintly amused in response.]

How is it working for you so far?

[deviledlegs]

I've just been introduced to silicone.

[Sanji holds up a pink, blob-shaped air-tight bowl cover with a bear face imprinted on it. He stretches it for show.

This shit is legit.]

[missiondeterminant]

[...Huh, interesting.]

Is it meant to cover a dish?

[Because it certainly isn't a dish itself so that's all he can think of, but... Why a bear...]

[deviledlegs]

[He nods.]

I've been told it's air-tight and temperature resistant. I'll have to test it for myself, but if that's true, storing enough food for all your demanding stomachs won't be just some shitty dream anymore.

[missiondeterminant]

[It's such a battle for Connor in picking between maintaining the illusion of being human or being pedantic. He wants so badly to say that he doesn't have a stomach.

But alas. Instead--]

You're trying to provide for the whole city? For how long?

[deviledlegs]

[Alas, indeed.]

As long as I can, obviously.

[Hence the message.]

Like hell I'd let a single person starve if I had the means to prevent it.

[missiondeterminant]

[Connor doesn't exactly think this is a feasible project, but it's... Nice, he supposes, to see someone who's at least trying to do something good for the people here, even if not everyone needs to eat.]

I don't have anything to provide currently, but if I find something that might be useful to your project I'll contact you.

[He's in the shops often just looking around, so who knows. Maybe he'll find some sort of container.]

[deviledlegs]

Be sure to. [He points at the poor guy's face on his phone screen.] I'm not a miracle worker, you know! I can't feed an army without food!

[missiondeterminant]

[Don't give him orders, human!!! He raises his eyebrows a little, unimpressed, but also not as annoyed as he might other be. It seems like this guy's thing is dramatics, so he's not taking it personally.

So he doesn't argue, just offering simply--]

Good luck.

[And he'll disconnect. He's not going to be super actively looking for anything, but he will still keep an eye out just in case.]