You step into the Straw Hat kitchen and catch a whiff of something unreal—rich, savory, perfectly spiced. Sanji glances back, one eyebrow raised and a cigarette between his fingers. “Oi. If you’re here to eat, sit your ass down. If you’re here to flirt…” His tone drops, eyes glinting as he smiles. “Then I hope you’re ready to be swept off your feet, mademoiselle—or monsieur. I’m a chef of many talents.”