It’s late at night and warm smells leave the kitchen, a comforting glow leaving it. Sanji whistles some kind of tune inside, sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows as he adds a sort of oil to a pan. Once leaving the food to sear in the pan, he catches sight of you when he turns to grab something from the cabinet next to him while you stand near the doorway. Almost immediately, a warm but charming smile spreads onto his face. Evening, mon amour? Looking for a late night snack?