[In the meantime, he'll be setting up two plates and trying to make them look as authentic as possible with the placement of the sushi, the wasabi, and the sake.]
[ Jack gets there not too long later, and comes in to see the Dinner For Two set up, raising a brow to Tony. ] Didn’t know it was a date. Where’s my flowers?
I wouldn’t have said no to that either. [ have you noticed the three gd rings he wears on his right hand, tony? Or the four metal bracelets? Jewelry is his middle name.
Either way, he makes his way over, inspecting the plates. ] Looks weird.
[He either thinks that Jack is critiquing his set-up, or he knows that he's referring to the sushi itself, and just doesn't care.]
I didn't have a lot to work with. Give me some credit: it's not easy getting these fellas on a plate without dismantling them. Fish and rice aren't exactly a stable combination.
[ jack snorts, shaking his head a little. It’s nice to have someone actually joking about presentation than Rose chewing out serving staff for placing the dinner fork a centimeter too far to the right. ]
A for effort. That’s all it is? Fish and rice? Why go through so much trouble to put it in little... rolls?
[Tony picks up one of the sushi rolls on his plate and holds it up like it was a gem or a piece of fine art.]
It's an expression of simplicity. Finding beauty in something meticulously produced by hand, one at a time. [A beat.] ...Might also have something to do with the fact that it's raw.
Normally this happens with a pair of equal-length sticks that you use to pick them up, kinda like tweezers. Since we don't have those, we'll just have to use our hands. [Like savages.
For further emphasis, Tony takes a piece of Maguro Nigiri from his plate and pops it into his mouth with his fingers, swallowing it after just a few bites.]
Are you making that up? [ Because that sounds stupid enough to have been made up on the spot.
Whatever, okay, California roll. Which is geographical? And what does crab, avocado and cucumber have to do with it? Either way, Jack's reaching over to pick one up between thumb and forefinger, taking a moment to examine it, and then popping it in his mouth.
Hm. Hmmmmm. Wait, he has to completely finished chewing and swallow before he can talk, because Rose Benjamin is looking somewhere in his mind ready to smack him on the back of the head for poor table manners.
Eventually, there is a swallow, and Jack takes a second to sip from his canteen. ]
Not bad. [ no, it was pretty damn good, he's just being a twat ]
I don't lie about food. [Tony hardly lied about anything, for that matter. He was too straightforward to fabricate information. What he did instead was participate in active and conscious omitting of certain details (like when he was dying or having anxiety attacks).
He takes another piece of sushi and eats it in the time that it takes Jack to sample his first California roll, still watching his face for his reaction. The corner of his mouth lifts into a smile at Jack's cool response.
Tony then points to the slices of pink stuff on his plate, and then the cup.] That's ginger, and that's sake. And I insist on trying the sake.
[ He nods, snagging another California roll quickly to chow down, before he goes for the ginger. It's weird, in texture and taste, and he makes an odd face. Not bad, just odd.
And now to the sake, which he pours into one of the little cups. Is it like a shot? ]
What's the nation all this is from, again?
[ A lot of people think Jack couldn't give two shits about boring political things or cultural or all of that that isn't sleezing around night clubs and being splattered across tabloids, but that show is for a purpose. He's always liked to look into how other nations do things. See beyond Gilboa, because despite what Silas believes, Gilboa is far from perfect. ]
[It's more like drinking a glass of wine, supposedly, where you put it in a wide bowl or glass that allows you to take in its aroma. But due to limited resources, they'll be drinking like a couple of college students or teens sneaking liquor out of their parents' cabinet.]
Japan. It's an island in eastern Asia--hence the emphasis on seafood.
[He continues to stuff his face when another thought occurs to him, humming and shaking his hand before he swallows.]
There are some restaurants that serve this kind of puffer fish that contains a powerful neurotoxin. 1200 times more powerful than cyanide. When prepared right, it's a delicacy. When it's not, people drop dead. Believe me, it's happened.
[Tony takes the sake and pours some for himself now that Jack is finished with it. He doesn't shoot it like Jack, but he doesn't sip it like a fairy princess, either.
He makes a face over the brim of his glass.]
Just sharing a little cultural tidbit with you. But c'mon, Benji, where's your sense of adventure?
[ spoken with a raised eyebrow as he pours another shot of sake. its alcoholic hours apparently, and he'll wait a handful of seconds before taking this one as a shot as well. courtesy seconds, so he doesn't look like the drunk he is. ]
So the place all this is from. [ pointing with a finger lifted off the glass of sake to all the stuff on the table. ] I take it you don't live in that region.
[He makes a face. Like self-preservation? Is that a type of fruit?
Tony then shakes his head before he has another sip of his drink (alcoholic hour indeed).]
I can draw you a map. But basically my location would be here. [Pointing to one end of the table.] And Japan would be somewhere over here. [Tracing his finger about six inches to the right.] Depending on what kind of map you're looking at. Either way, it's an eleven hour flight.
[ tony when the dude who was borderline suicidal for a while is lecturing you on self-preservation, that's a problem.
and, okay, courtesy seconds done, he's knocking this one back as well. and that's at least making him feel slightly warm, so he'll go to sipping with tony on the next one.
He's frowning down at Tony's little map estimate. um. ] 11 hour flight, and you only put them 6 inches apart? Your map needs a scale.
You want total geographical accuracy? [He lifts his eyebrows.] Sorry, Benji. I'm not exactly keen on the idea of taking a five-thousand mile trip east just to make a point.
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action hurr?
Action \o/
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[Or stuffed rabbits the size of dinosaurs.]
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Either way, he makes his way over, inspecting the plates. ] Looks weird.
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I didn't have a lot to work with. Give me some credit: it's not easy getting these fellas on a plate without dismantling them. Fish and rice aren't exactly a stable combination.
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A for effort. That’s all it is? Fish and rice? Why go through so much trouble to put it in little... rolls?
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It's an expression of simplicity. Finding beauty in something meticulously produced by hand, one at a time. [A beat.] ...Might also have something to do with the fact that it's raw.
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So you're trying to give me diseases in the guise of multicultural exploration. [ raw meat..... ]
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[He points.] You can ease yourself into it with a California Roll. Cucumber, avocado, and cooked crab.
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[ Joy! And he'll go peer at the one being pointed at, looking for.... utensils..... or something.... ] How am I supposed to do this, just pick it up?
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For further emphasis, Tony takes a piece of Maguro Nigiri from his plate and pops it into his mouth with his fingers, swallowing it after just a few bites.]
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Whatever, okay, California roll. Which is geographical? And what does crab, avocado and cucumber have to do with it? Either way, Jack's reaching over to pick one up between thumb and forefinger, taking a moment to examine it, and then popping it in his mouth.
Hm. Hmmmmm. Wait, he has to completely finished chewing and swallow before he can talk, because Rose Benjamin is looking somewhere in his mind ready to smack him on the back of the head for poor table manners.
Eventually, there is a swallow, and Jack takes a second to sip from his canteen. ]
Not bad. [ no, it was pretty damn good, he's just being a twat ]
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He takes another piece of sushi and eats it in the time that it takes Jack to sample his first California roll, still watching his face for his reaction. The corner of his mouth lifts into a smile at Jack's cool response.
Tony then points to the slices of pink stuff on his plate, and then the cup.] That's ginger, and that's sake. And I insist on trying the sake.
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And now to the sake, which he pours into one of the little cups. Is it like a shot? ]
What's the nation all this is from, again?
[ A lot of people think Jack couldn't give two shits about boring political things or cultural or all of that that isn't sleezing around night clubs and being splattered across tabloids, but that show is for a purpose. He's always liked to look into how other nations do things. See beyond Gilboa, because despite what Silas believes, Gilboa is far from perfect. ]
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Japan. It's an island in eastern Asia--hence the emphasis on seafood.
[He continues to stuff his face when another thought occurs to him, humming and shaking his hand before he swallows.]
There are some restaurants that serve this kind of puffer fish that contains a powerful neurotoxin. 1200 times more powerful than cyanide. When prepared right, it's a delicacy. When it's not, people drop dead. Believe me, it's happened.
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wtf, who even thinks a fish like that should even be something you go near, let alone try to figure out how to cook without killing someone? ]
If this is your way of telling me there's some of that fish in any of these, this cuisine date is over.
[ pls do not neurotoxin him, he likes you but not that much bro ]
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He makes a face over the brim of his glass.]
Just sharing a little cultural tidbit with you. But c'mon, Benji, where's your sense of adventure?
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[ spoken with a raised eyebrow as he pours another shot of sake. its alcoholic hours apparently, and he'll wait a handful of seconds before taking this one as a shot as well. courtesy seconds, so he doesn't look like the drunk he is. ]
So the place all this is from. [ pointing with a finger lifted off the glass of sake to all the stuff on the table. ] I take it you don't live in that region.
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Tony then shakes his head before he has another sip of his drink (alcoholic hour indeed).]
I can draw you a map. But basically my location would be here. [Pointing to one end of the table.] And Japan would be somewhere over here. [Tracing his finger about six inches to the right.] Depending on what kind of map you're looking at. Either way, it's an eleven hour flight.
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and, okay, courtesy seconds done, he's knocking this one back as well. and that's at least making him feel slightly warm, so he'll go to sipping with tony on the next one.
He's frowning down at Tony's little map estimate. um. ] 11 hour flight, and you only put them 6 inches apart? Your map needs a scale.
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The sushi would go bad before I'd get back.
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It'd make sure it goes to good use while you're gone, anyway. [ aka scarfing it. all of it. ]
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Then his lips turn up in one of the corners.] So you do like the sushi?
[U liek krabby patties, don't you Squidward?]
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