[ leon prefers to leave the matters of the kitchen to those far better suited to the task than he, but he still wanders the forests of nogard upon hearing of the competition in equal parts boredom and morbid curiosity. having acquired for himself a decent bow and quiver of arrows, he thought himself prepared enough to venture out and see what exactly these lands had to offer.
after all, an octopus man was offering to put some ink on him, and last he'd known those were served on platters, too.
and so, sometime in the middle of sanji's wandering and muttering, he'll hear someone suddenly pipe up, ]
Oh, that sounds divine. Perhaps with a little cream sauce on top?
[ leon is perched on a branch of a nearby tree, one leg hanging off and swinging idly as he ruminates on the last time he'd had a proper meal. ]
f for fu— 🫢
after all, an octopus man was offering to put some ink on him, and last he'd known those were served on platters, too.
and so, sometime in the middle of sanji's wandering and muttering, he'll hear someone suddenly pipe up, ]
Oh, that sounds divine. Perhaps with a little cream sauce on top?
[ leon is perched on a branch of a nearby tree, one leg hanging off and swinging idly as he ruminates on the last time he'd had a proper meal. ]