“For you, mademoiselle.”

You were pleasantly surprised to see a silver platter with tea sandwiches on Sanjis hand. You were a new crew member for the straw-hats. Everyone was incredibly welcoming, especially Sanji.

He looks down at you sunbathing with a smile, with one hand holding a cigarette to his lips, and the other holding the platter.

“Would you like tea as well? I will make anything else you like.”