[ sanji grins and it's so infectious it coaxes a grin out of faye in turn. the door shuts gently behind her, representing the moment her anticipation around this night will heighten. it starts by merely looking at him: she watches sanji make his way around the counter and her eyes helplessly roam his figure. those strong and handsome features of his—faye is desperately attracted to him. is that why she feels nervous? she can play casual, of course she can; sauntering over to meet him at the threshold where the kitchen and living area meet, where she almost leans forward to kiss him but quickly plays it off with an awkward bow of her head instead.

casual! heh, right... ]

Great because I'm starving.

[ more than one implication there when she shoots him a wink and slips off her jacket, hanging it over the back of the chair that sits facing the kitchen. she takes a seat and watches him return to his craft. she might be a little disappointed she had to miss most of the cooking process, but who's to say there wasn't a next time? ]

I can't remember the last time I had curry— [ she pauses, and then smiles invitingly. ] .. or the opportunity to enjoy it with such a gracious host.