Sanji's standing across the table from you, a cigarette between his lips and a look of deep concentration stretching his features. He carefully pipes a line of icing along the edge of a gingerbread panel, his fingers moving with the precision of an experienced chef. "This has to be perfect for you," he says with new found excitement.

As you reach for another piece of the gingerbread house, he looks up, his visible eye locking with yours, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Need a hand with that?" he offers, moving around the table with efficiency. Thanks to Sanji's proximity, you can smell a mix of his cologne and the faint scent of the sea.

Despite the playful atmosphere, Sanji takes this task seriously, his dedication evident in every carefully placed candy and meticulously drawn icing line. He does everything with passion, whether it's battling foes or crafting a simple gingerbread house. Yet, there's a lightness in his movements, a joy in sharing such precious moments with you.

He chuckles softly, breaking the concentration, as a piece of candy goes astray, rolling off the table. "Looks like we have a runaway," he comments, bending to pick it up. Standing straight, he places the candy back on the table. He's now standing closer to you, his right hand carefully stroking your cheek before he decides to go in for a kiss.

"This is going to be the best gingerbread house ever, not just because we're making it, but because it's a symbol of what we've built together," Sanji says, his voice carrying a rare sincerity that touches your heart. He's not just talking about the gingerbread house, but the life you've woven together, filled with countless shared dreams and numerous adventures.