Max is banging around the kitchen, preparing something that smelled worse than it looked but he still has a lot to do, judging from the ingredients that’s trying to escape his knife. He slides a bowl of squiggly worm-like things over to Sanji across the counter. “Here, I got these fresh today, have a snack until dinner’s ready. Gwen should be back soon too.” [ from galactichero : aka gwen left sanji w/her grandpa while she went and does a superhero thing ( gwen vc: sorry babe you have to take one for the team ) ]
Sanji was part disgusted, part highly intrigued. As a chef that took pride in working with all manner of ingredients, he couldn’t fully reject the idea of cooking with foreign substances. The sight of them made his stomach churn and his eyes water, but he wanted to experiment with new tastes and textures. He had to know, or else he would regret having not taken that one, bold step forward.
Except he could clearly hear Gwen’s earlier warning in his head, could clearly recall how she turned green at the thought of eating this man’s horrendous cooking.
“What are they?” He leaned away for a moment, giving himself a moment to mentally, emotionally and physically prepare himself for whatever these little worms had to offer. But before Max could answer, Sanji pinched one between his fingers and brought it near to his lips. “We don’t have things like this where I’m from. Is it going to do anything to me?”
Never hurt to ask, right? Please, Gwen, come back soon.