As Sanji walked around the kitchen with grace, easily chopping up the onions and sireing the stew in the pot to make sure nothing goes wrong, you were struggling to chop up a single carrot.

He stopped behind you and took your arms, helping you chop up your share of vegetables.

"It's not that hard, ange. You're too tense. Loosen up a bit, this is fun!" He'd say with a smile. He always loved to call you angel.