Yeah. [ Sanji laughs softly as he says it because while he has respect for just about anyone that calls themselves a cook— and means it— the cooks always feel like they’re lacking something. They’re like the rest of the staff, really, simply doing as the House demands. They lack passion, drive, that fundamental desire to put their whole being into whatever they’re making just to ensure that the end results brings a smile to their customers faces. ] It’s, uh, not like there’s a ton of competition, though, yeah? Big as this place is, it’s still nothing compared to the East Blue or a whole world.

[ Though the place is pretty vast, all things considered, and he’s still not sure he’s seen it all despite having been here for months and months.

Scott’s question, though, has him smiling. Cooking is such familiar ground that even talking about it feels a little like being back where he— where he and the rest of his crew— belongs. ]

I can cook anything. Just gotta tell me what you want and I’ll make it. But— I learned to cook on this floating restaurant in the sea, so I know seafood like I know every inch of my knives, you know? I dunno if you’ve ever met Nami, but she’s got one of the Queen Suites. I live with her and get full time access to all the kitchens in her suite. So just say the word and I’ll get you a meal that’s tastier than anything these crap restaurants make.