I wrote this weeks ago when we learned that Law doesn't like bread, and have decided to translate it :D
Beta'd by Dearshul
Maneuvers of distraction
The only noise that broke the silence in the room was the constant tic-tac of the clock, signaling the time passing without it changing anything in that place. The two room occupants moved: the man was sitting, both legs and arms crossed, looking intently at the other person there, who had been sitting there for more than an hour staring at the plate in front of him.
"No matter how hard you stare at it, it's not going to change." The man spoke, repeating something he'd already said many times in the past hour.
The other kept silent, still staring at the plate before, with the most pained expression he could muster, lifting his hand and taking the offensive piece of food to, very slowly, take it to his mouth.
Then he stood up from the chair, glaring murderously at the man, and walked away, activating his powers and using them to move the plate to the sink.
Vergo smiled, satisfied, without noticing the piece of slightly drooled bread that had appeared sticking to his cheek at the same time the plate was moved.
Trafalgar Law could barely contain his laughter until he was far away enough from the kitchen and from the man's hearing.
Law, 1; bread, 0.
