[By the time dinner rolls around and Sanji discovers (TO HIS FUCKIN DELIGHT) that the kitchen is no longer charred like an over-baked piece of chicken, he's... feeling okay, despite the absolute mess that was the execution.
Or he's at least looking okay, having jumped straight into cooking without a hitch. The man practically dances around the kitchen to the usual tune of clanking pans and the sharp slicing of vegetables on the cutting board, and there's even a tuneless hum in his throat as he works.
... Probably kind of weird for him to be this visibly at ease, but hey.]
week 3, sunday
Or he's at least looking okay, having jumped straight into cooking without a hitch. The man practically dances around the kitchen to the usual tune of clanking pans and the sharp slicing of vegetables on the cutting board, and there's even a tuneless hum in his throat as he works.
... Probably kind of weird for him to be this visibly at ease, but hey.]