[He halts his perusal through the book when Juzo's hand suddenly appears in his periphery, pointing out a relatively simple recipe: a layered chocolate cake with chocolate chips sprinkled along the top.
He peers up at Juzo, quirking a brow.]
Suitable, I think. Should we bake two? One for Mr Emmet... and one for ourselves!
[ Juzo is really going to try his best to make sure Sholmes doesn't turn this into a science experiment, so if that means he sticks close to the other man... well, there are worse things, probably. ]
[At some point, he tries to pour in way too much sugar, or way too much flour, or gets wholly distracted by something else in the diner— But with Juzo’s close attention, the man manages to keep the detective on task.
[ Juzo makes a little motion with his head that seems to suggest he's rolling his eyes. After snubbing out his cigarette, he grabs a clean dish towel and wets it with some water. ]
You're hopeless. C'mere.
[ He's just gonna start dabbing that chocolate out of the fabric. ]
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[ He walks up behind Sholmes to peer over his shoulder. He snakes an arm around to point at some pages before the other man can flip by. ]
How about that one?
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He peers up at Juzo, quirking a brow.]
Suitable, I think. Should we bake two? One for Mr Emmet... and one for ourselves!
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That's an awful lot of baking. You sure?
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Torture, that is what. I will not put myself through it willingly.
[Someone's sweet tooth will riot.]
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Okay, okay. We're gonna end up spendin' the rest of the day in here, so I hope you're ready.
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[Let the baking... BEGIN.]
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They’ve made it to the batter stage.]
We can eat this now, can we not?
[impatient.]
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[ Juzo is taking a small smoke break over in the corner by an open window. He's been good about keeping cigarette ash away from the food. ]
Besides, eatin' the batter isn't good for you.
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Yes, but…
[He is mixing the batter. Very methodically, eying it. It is so very, very tempting.]
It would be bliss, if just for a moment or two.
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I'm not your dad. I'm not gonna tell you what to do one way or another. But if you make yourself sick, I will say I told you so.
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Looks at Juzo conspiratorially, as though still seeking his approval.]
Just one small taste.
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A little bit of it drips onto the front of his tuxedo, though.]
Ah, blast… is what I would say if this batter was not magnificent and therefore worth the mess.
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You're hopeless. C'mere.
[ He's just gonna start dabbing that chocolate out of the fabric. ]
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Are you sure you don't want any?
[Waggles a still batter-smeared finger at him.]
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Pass, thanks. I'd take your finger clean off.
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But your loss, then, Mr Inui.
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[ Well, he's mostly gotten the chocolate out of the front of the tux. He gives the fabric a little tug to straighten it back out. ]
You gonna keep this? It looks good on you.
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[Somehow, the notion seems to surprise him a little. He glances down at his jacket, as though verifying what he's wearing.]
I could. I hardly know when I would wear it again, however, unless an opera house rises up from the ground itself.
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Never know when a change of clothes might come in handy.
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Ha! The implication being that my normal detective gear does not give that impression?
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[ He waggles a hand. So-so. ]
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