“ Mister Sanji, do you need help! I can lift you up and help you reach the top! Or I can punch the heck out of it and it can topple right over to you, but you gotta be careful not to get hit in the head! Hmm, oh something smells yummy though, what is that? ”
ㅤㅤ“ …got my hands full here, but sure. Go ahead and grab it for me. ” Sanji gestures towards a tray placed atop the cupboard outta the way, its broader size usually reserved for the preparation for larger feasts, but would prove useful today too. There’s the provocation of a sudden afterthought, words quickly barked out. “ No punching! It’s sturdy, but I don’t think it’d take that kinda strain. ” As much as he appreciates any offer for help, Atlas is big and her mere presence takes up a fair amount of the comparably small space, the blond carefully skirting around the satellite while holding onto his own cooling platter still slightly warm to the touch. The blond glances up at her large fists with a pensive look about his mien, nervously considering the potential damage that could be caused if she got a little overeager ( il ne veut pas que Franky doive reconstruire toute la cuisine ).
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ I’m making curry bread. These small ones are for the others, but I’ve got a few bigger ones to go in the oven for you. Wait— ” There’s a disconcerted pause, the cook shifting on the spot with evident ill ease, feeling unwantedly ignorant… but he’s gotta ask otherwise this endeavour could be somewhat wasteful ( mais encore une fois, Luffy mangerait tout ce qu’on lui donnerait. ). “ Do you eat too, or is that just something York does for you all? ”
