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[There’s such a depressed pall hanging over Luceti recently. Coming and goings from the village are common, but the disappearances have really taken their toll recently. So many in such a short period of time – mainstays and pillars of the community – just gone and the wave of them does not feel like it has subsided quite yet.

It sucks whatever joy there is to be had from a birthday. And Luceti? Today is one for Trafalgar Law.

He barely remembered. Not that he expects anyone else will. He’s told few and those few are all dealing with their own losses as he’s dealing with his. And with McCoy now gone, there isn’t much time to dwell on anything much as he takes over the other doctor’s share of shifts and sorts through whatever he left and was working on at the Battle Dome clinic.

Maybe it’s for the best no one will probably remember. He is in no mood for a party. But Law takes the day for himself anyway.

You can catch him in the morning around town fetching various things (namely booze), and from eleven thirty onwards into the afternoon at the docks, tending to the Shinonome so she’s ready to sail.

And before the afternoon is done, one 100% filtered message goes out over the journal to Uchiha Itachi:]

Care to join me down at the docks? Dress warmly and you might want to set out Amaya’s dinner for the night… and the next morning. There’s a nice wind tonight for a trip.

[He promised you a sail, remember?]

Oh, and Itachi? Would you bring along a bottle or two of your favorite drink? I figure it’s a night for it.

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Thanks. [Neck rub] I've been working hard on that. Still tricky though.

[Control generally has never been a problem for him - the other areas of fire are much more trouble (endurance, power, at one time even getting a spark) - but never control. Multiple candles to light are... difficult, even with that.

Good practice for him in other words.]

Fire is a wild thing. Never simple to control.

[The Uchiha mostly formed balls of fire. Only the truly talented could pull off more complicated jutsus than that.]

Like air, yet not. Air is never hungry like fire is. [Fire in some ways is starvation personified. Always consuming and dying when there's nothing left.]

... dunno if it's really control in the end. Sometimes it feels simply more like guiding.

[Opening up a cupboard. Cutting board, cutting board, where's my cutting board.]

This is true. [Even from the standpoint of his clan.]

[He listens silently as Law goes about getting things ready for their meal.]

Is there anything I can help with?

[Aha! Cutting board. Now, knives.]

There's a cooler next to the sink. Could you grab that? I prepared most of the stuff in there already, but I left a few vegetables untouched. In there, on the top, should be some cabbage, eggplant, and potatoes. They just need to be sliced up, please.

[He has the vegetable stock and the ginger out. As well the salt, sugar, and sake. He needs to get at the red and yellow miso in the cooler though before preparing the soup portion of the dish. But in the meantime he can fetch a saucepan, and put that stock over medium heat on the range to bring to a near boil.]

It's getting chillier out, so I thought a vegetable and tofu hot pot would be nice.

[There's vegetables and tofu wrapped in cling wrap with the untouched produce. Carrots, and mushrooms (shiitake and enokidake), and green and white onions, squash, neatly sliced for the pot. Snap peas. Ramen noodles. And a small smattering of condiments - sliced pickled daikon, a bit of green onion held from the pot, grated Red Maple radish, tiny lemon wedges, and of course, a little soy sauce.]

[That sounds... quite delicious, really. He nods, silently locating the sink and cooler as requested. The vegetables within are just as Law said.

This is one blind man you don't have to worry about when it comes to handling blades.

He chops up each vegetable, separating the bits into neat individual piles.]

Thanks.

[Meanwhile, while the rest of the vegetables are being sliced, Law is combining the red and yellow miso in a medium sized bowl off to the side. He adds in a small amount of the heated stock to the paste, whisks it together until it is well mixed, and pours the mixture back into the remaining vegetable stock. He then whisks in a pinch of salt to taste, a tablespoon of sugar, and a fourth of a cup of sake.

The range's heat is turned to low for the liquid to simmer.]

[Itachi finishes and brings the cutting board, piles of chopped vegetables in equally spaced rows, over to where the pirate is. He makes sure to set it where it won't be in the way of anything.]

It already smells appetizing.

[Pouring the soup mixture into the earthenware donabé waiting on the other side of the range, Law adds the cabbage, potatoes, snow peas, shiitake mushrooms, carrots, and white onions into the simmering broth, puts on the lid, and carries it to the oak table a little further down in the cabin, where a peculiar little tabletop burner is set up. Peculiar, as it seems to have a sea shell incorporated into it. A seashell, that when pressed, gives off heat to continue cooking the hot pot.]

Mm mm. [Coming back. Long legs cross the distance in only a few steps.] It does. I think this recipe's a keeper.

[The condiments, the ramen, and any of the pre-cut vegetables that Law did earlier and are not already on the board, find their way onto it quickly for ease of carrying to the table.

Another bottle of sake is fished out of the cupboards, and since the sakazuki are already out from earlier, he won't pull out any of his ochoko. Instead he pulls out lacquered bowls and chopsticks for both of them.

There will be tea and fruit later.]

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