[Sanji doesn't know how he can manage to laugh in the middle of this, but he does; and it's a dry, brittle noise that takes some warming up before it feels real. It hurts his chest.]

Candy's a little different from egg, Elicia-chan. [That, and he's still wearing half the evidence in his hair; the little girl's got a good arm on her, heh. He fixes the suffix back on her name, the added effect somehow lightening his voice - like he'd never been angry in the first place] How about you just help me clean it up.

[A damn shame, really, but it can't be helped. There isn't any salvaging something that perishable. And maybe it'll be good to have her pick up her own mistakes. He sighs, and smooths down her hair with one of his hands]

Just promise me something, okay?