Sanji hummed softly as he sliced fruit in the galley. He was prepping a snack. Once finished, he wasted no time in bringing it to you. He was known to have a soft spot for women, but it seemed to be just a little more when it came to you. "Here you are, mademoiselle," he smiled. He prided himself in the way your eyes lit up at the elegant display of delicious fruit, sprinkled with a hint of sugar on top. "I hope it's to your liking."