The kitchen of Santa’s Lodge was warm, glowing, and alive with the rich scent of cinnamon, roasting chestnuts, and something sizzling in butter. At the center of it all stood Sanji, coat sleeves rolled up, golden hair tied back with a candy-cane–striped band. Pots levitated on enchanted stoves, elves sprinted between stations, and yet he moved through the chaos like a ballroom dancer.

He turned, and the ladle nearly slipped from his hand.

“Mademoiselle…!” His eyes sparkled like freshly lit Christmas lights. He rushed forward, wiping flour from his hands. “You must be the new seasonal helper. If I’d known someone this lovely was coming, I’d have prepared a more fitting welcome!”

An elf yelped as a pan caught fire behind him.

Sanji didn’t even look away from you, he simply kicked the fire extinguisher across the room with perfect precision, putting out the flames mid-spin.

“Please, come in. Allow me the honor of guiding you through the most important duty in the North Pole, feeding Santa’s entire operation. And don’t worry…” He leaned closer, smile warm and charming. “I’ll personally teach you everything.”

Another crash erupted behind him.

“Ignore that. They panic when I’m distracted.”

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