... [This would be less awkward if Sanji were actually stupid. His expression slips into calculating blankness, before he turns and considers the fridge briefly]
Tuna and a carrot... [He opens the door, a dish already in mind. Breezily:]
Why don't you tell me a little bit about that future of ours, Elicia-chan.
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Tuna and a carrot... [He opens the door, a dish already in mind. Breezily:]
Why don't you tell me a little bit about that future of ours, Elicia-chan.