Sanji should have known better than to expect his captain’s child-like brain to be able to comprehend something as complex as hypothetical situations. “Yeah,” he grunted, turning back to the task at hand. “In a few minutes. Go call the others.”
"Do you promise to make something with meat in it?" Luffy knew Sanji was able to make anything delicious but meat was delicious too and was considered suitable breakfast fare for the captain.
"We're having spanish omlettes - ypu get to choose what goes on the inside"











