Mmm, maybe? Not my fault you’re just gorgeous enough that most every dress suits you. [ Still grinning at her, he gives her a playful little wink, too, highlighting how at ease he actually feels in the moment. Not that he’s really joking— she really is gorgeous and seems to have enough fashion sense that he doubts she’d ever really wear something that didn’t compliment her beauty— but he’s being playful, at least, and that certainly counts.
The kitchen is just about everything he’d expect in one of these suites. It’s not as extensive as the one in his suite, granted, but he doubts anyone else with a royal suite would want a kitchen as decked out as he would. It’s quaint and cozy and it feels like it belongs in a home— her home— which is really what matters. Sanji does linger perhaps a second too long, drinking in the little details with an appreciative eye before following her into the rest of her extensive suite.
While he’d been looking at the kitchen with the eye of the cook, he takes in the rest of her place with a much more curious gaze. The recording studio isn’t a surprise— well, he’s never seen one before, so it’s maybe a little surprising, all things considered, but it’s presence is natural— and he whistles appreciatively at it and the rest of her living area. It feels nice, without drowning in extravagance, so far lacking some of the more jaw-dropping impossibility of some of the more surreal suites he’s visited. ]
If you’re gonna dangle a prize like that on the line, guess I’ve got no choice but to give this the very best effort I’ve got, yeah? [ He laughs softly, but there was never any chance of him giving this anything but his best effort. It’s a matter of pride, really, of pride and wanting to put everything he feels into his cooking, to show her how much he’s come to enjoy her company. ] My poor tail couldn’t take it, so— better make sure you warm up that beautiful voice to make some sweet sounds.
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The kitchen is just about everything he’d expect in one of these suites. It’s not as extensive as the one in his suite, granted, but he doubts anyone else with a royal suite would want a kitchen as decked out as he would. It’s quaint and cozy and it feels like it belongs in a home— her home— which is really what matters. Sanji does linger perhaps a second too long, drinking in the little details with an appreciative eye before following her into the rest of her extensive suite.
While he’d been looking at the kitchen with the eye of the cook, he takes in the rest of her place with a much more curious gaze. The recording studio isn’t a surprise— well, he’s never seen one before, so it’s maybe a little surprising, all things considered, but it’s presence is natural— and he whistles appreciatively at it and the rest of her living area. It feels nice, without drowning in extravagance, so far lacking some of the more jaw-dropping impossibility of some of the more surreal suites he’s visited. ]
If you’re gonna dangle a prize like that on the line, guess I’ve got no choice but to give this the very best effort I’ve got, yeah? [ He laughs softly, but there was never any chance of him giving this anything but his best effort. It’s a matter of pride, really, of pride and wanting to put everything he feels into his cooking, to show her how much he’s come to enjoy her company. ] My poor tail couldn’t take it, so— better make sure you warm up that beautiful voice to make some sweet sounds.