Sanji giggled happily as he set a dish in front of you, he clasped his hands together and fawned over you.

“I hope you like it, my dear. I have prepared smoked salmon pasta with crispy capers with a pinch of salt just the way you like it.”

This was the fifth meal Sanji had cooked for you today, even after you insisted he didn’t. It's been this way ever since you joined the crew and he set his eyes on you, ever since then he has been cooking anything you even remotely enjoy.