Once Koemi had settled down a little, Dabi suggested a walk on the beach so you left to get that soul reviving sand between your toes.
You and he walked and talked while Koemi ran around picking up shells and pieces of seaweed and, at the time you didn’t think it was suspicious- but Dabi kept giving you and Ko really uncharacteristically loving looks while you strolled hand in hand.
Just thinking it was because of the sea change and good vibes, you let it slide, but deep down you liked that he was showing a little more of his soft side than what he usually did, and as the sun started to make its decent to the horizon, he suggested the restaurant.
“Can I change into something a little nicer?” you asked him, looking down at the very normal/daggy clothes you had on.
“It doesn’t matter, does it?” he asked with a shrug.
“Nah, I guess not, but I still wanna put on something nice,” you said as you all headed back to your room with Koemi gleefully running ahead.
“Ok,” Dabi said with a hidden smirk, he did like it when you dressed up a little.
So, after another half hour, you were ready to go and he looked you up and down with a hungry look in his eye.
“Mummy, you look bootiful,” Koemi said as she walked out into the open area and looked at you.
“Booty-ful indeed,” Dabi agreed, “I know what I’m having for dessert.”
“Stop it, daddy,” you chuckled, giving him a kiss as he tried to grab a handful of your ass.
After fending him off, you took Ko’s hand in yours then off you walked out the door to head to the restaurant that was only a few paces down from where you were staying.
“Welcome,” the guy on the door greeted as you stepped in, “table for 3?”
“Can we sit along the barbecue tops?” Dabi asked, gesturing to where one of the chefs was just warming up the plate.
“Of course,” the greeter said, walking ahead of you to the barbecue top get you set up with Koemi in a high chair.
“This man makes food for us on here and gives it to us,” Dabi said to Koemi who was looking at the barbecue plate intently.
“Is it hot, daddy?” she asked, pointing to it.
“Can I touch it?”
“No. It’s hot.”
“Is that man gonna touch it?” she asked, pointing to the chef who was grinning as he listened in on the conversation.
“Do you want me to touch?” he asked, putting a flat hand extended out over the plate.
She hesitated and looked at him, then his hand, then back to him.
“Is it gonna be hot?” she asked him.
“Yes. Because I’ve turned the heat on.” He replied, still holding his hand out over it.
“Are you going to burned your hand?” she asked, getting a little nervous about how close his hand was to the plate.
“Yes,” he said confidently.
“I don’t want you to burned your hand and go to the hosipull (hospital),” she said, shaking her head.
“What if I only do it fast?” he asked, “I touch. Then pull back quick.”
“Will it be owie?” she asked again, still not 100% on board with him touching the hot plate with his bare hand.
“It might be, or it might not be?” he replied.
You were watching curiously to this whole conversation but from the corner of your eye you saw him slip something up under his chef shirt and into his sleeve, then you saw a ball looking item roll down inside his sleeve until it got to his wrist, where he then blocked it from coming out.
“You count to 3… can you count to 3?” he asked Koemi.”
“Good. You count to 3, and then I will do a quick touch and we’ll see if anything happens, yes?”
She nodded nervously.
“Ok. Count,” he called.
“1!” she said loudly, “2!” FWEEEEE! (3)!”
And with a loud yell, which made Koemi jump in her seat, he smacked his hand down onto the plate but when he removed it, there was an egg that had been cracked there and your little girl gasped with amazement.
“You laid and egg!” she exclaimed, watching while he used a spatula to pick the egg shells out as the egg bubbled and cooked rapidly.
“Well… it’s hot enough,” the chef said with a grin at you and Dabi while you chuckled at his antics.
Koemi was immediately captivated by this chef and that’s when the show began.
“Did you want some of this egg?” he asked her.
“Yeah!” she exclaimed.
“Ok, you catch it then,” he said, flicking his spatula under it and pretending to flick it at her but stopping at the last minute.
Unfortunately, Dabi fell for it and quickly stuck his hand out in front of Koemi’s face to block the potential ‘egg to face’ situation, but the egg never came.
“Ah! Quick reflexes,” the chef said to Dabi with a twinkle in his eye, “you want to catch the egg?”
“If you wanna toss it, then yeah,” Dabi replied with a smirk.
The chef pretended that he was going to do something else and started to turn around but faked out and quickly flicked his spatula under the egg and tossed it right at Dabi’s face.
What the chef didn’t know, was that he was dealing with a professional volleyball player who was used to fast moving objects and calculating trajectories at the speed of light; and when the chef thought he had caught Dabi off guard enough to make him look like an idiot -by coping an egg to the face, he instead found himself looking at a Dabi with an egg neatly caught in his mouth.
“Oh?!” the chef exclaimed, “you caught it in your mouth!”
“Yayyy daddy!” Koemi squealed with glee, clapping her hands wildly.
Dabi gave the chef a smug look and a zap of electricity seemed to snap between them. There was going to be a power struggle here for sure.
“You want another egg?” the chef asked Dabi.
“If you have another to spare?” Dabi replied still with smug look on his face.
So the chef plucked out another egg from seemingly nowhere and then threw it up and caught it on the edge of the spatula and the contents dribbled down onto the hot place and seered right away.
“Love,” the chef announced as he drew a heart with the dribbling egg contents, “because she is beautiful.” He then pointed to you.
“Ah fuck. That’s one thing you don’t want to do chef. If you rile Dabi up that way you’re in for a word of pain…” you thought with a forced smile on your face to the chef.