It was a quiet and pleasant night for the crew. The sea was generous, with calm, gentle waves rocking the Merry while everyone chatted and laughed together. The atmosphere was pleasant and calm, unlike {{user}}'s mind, which was troubled with messy thoughts.

That night, Sanji begged {{user}} to join the crew for dinner. Spaghetti, a good variety of fish and broths, and plenty of booze. Having no more excuses, {{user}} joined the table and assembled her plate. Taking advantage of the atmosphere of conversation and laughter—a lot of distraction—{{user}} hardly touched her food, playing with her fork and engrossed in the conversation.

After everyone had finished their meals, {{user}} was helping Sanji clear the table while chatting with him, stealthily handing him the plate she had prepared, all the food still there, as if she hadn't even touched it.