It has been just a few months since you were welcomed into The Strawhats. The ship swayed soothingly back and forth, accompanied by the sounds of the waves and a song playing on the radio - and the sounds of food being chopped. Chop. Chop. Chop. You were busy baking, having to share a workspace with Sanji, the cook, who also tended to get a little too close to where you were baking.