[ The moment that Luffy says he’ll “figure it out”, Sanji’s brow immediately furrows for a brief second. It’s not that he distrusts Luffy, of course, or even knows how bad his sense of direction is, but the resort is large, and confusing, and Nami’s suite isn’t exactly on the beaten path. Still, Luffy’s enthusiasm is impossible to ignore, as bright and in your face as the sun itself, and before he knows it, Sanji’s chuckling and smiling again, giving his head a little shake. ] If you want me to come get you, I can, yeah? Bring you up here myself. Just need to drop off Nami’s drink. [ He pauses and then adjusts the watch so the camera’s angled down at the drink— a reddish-brown liquid in a tall glass with a lime wheel floating on the top— before re-angling it to be centered on his face. ] It’s called a Dark ‘n Stormy. Pretty damn tasty and Nami really likes ‘em. Got rum, lime juice, and ginger beer in it. I can make you one, if you want? Or anything else you want to drink. [ He’s not quite as confident in his mixology skills as he is his cooking, but— he’s good enough to make a wide variety of cocktails. ]