( tearing off part of the crust with her teeth, sanji chews thoughtfully. ) you didn’t burn it and it tastes like toast. it’s good.

i’m not going to respond to that.

— the flowers.

the errand is short of a lie but just an excuse. sanji is by no means a child, but she’s avoiding zeff’s disapproval at all costs until the time is right. so she makes her stop and clutches her spring cardigan around herself, knocking hesitantly on zoro’s apartment door.

not if you keep saying things like that, we can’t! honestly...

you put your tie on wrong before, i’m really going off of that.

i hope you didn’t burn the toast.

you’re so crass. and here i thought we’d have a nice dinner.

all natural leather. why, are you surprised or something?

i always look good, but this is skin tight.