it is rude, she knows that. taking a seat by the fire, she decides to muster up courage enough to look him in the eyes, which is a process made of deep breaths, and closing off new parts of her, freshly opened. it's not that hard — sanji makes it easier because he's nice, which he proves with the blanket on her shoulders. a happy, almost trilling sound rumbles in her throat while she tucks in her shoulders, watching sanji while he works. he's very focused. when bee was younger, she used to sit in the kitchens at withywoods and watch the chefs knead bread and set it to rise — it reminds her of that, of happy memories, before her home was taken from her.
when sanji turns back to look at her, she instinctively looks away, but forces herself to bring up her gaze. she finds — it really isn't hard to make eye contact with sanji. he has nice, warm eyes, not too intense or too emotional like her father's. belatedly, she offers a smile, that seems misplaced on her face. )
I could hardly stab anyone with that. ( she accepts the fork, a little grumbly, and turns to the food. ) Isn't it hard to eat something that looks so pretty?
( it feels like she's never had a meal like this — though it isn't anything too fancy, just prepared in a way that really does seem fitting of a princess. carefully, she breaks off a corner, not letting the tower fall. with a decent bite, she chews happily, looking him again in the eyes once she swallows. )
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it is rude, she knows that. taking a seat by the fire, she decides to muster up courage enough to look him in the eyes, which is a process made of deep breaths, and closing off new parts of her, freshly opened. it's not that hard — sanji makes it easier because he's nice, which he proves with the blanket on her shoulders. a happy, almost trilling sound rumbles in her throat while she tucks in her shoulders, watching sanji while he works. he's very focused. when bee was younger, she used to sit in the kitchens at withywoods and watch the chefs knead bread and set it to rise — it reminds her of that, of happy memories, before her home was taken from her.
when sanji turns back to look at her, she instinctively looks away, but forces herself to bring up her gaze. she finds — it really isn't hard to make eye contact with sanji. he has nice, warm eyes, not too intense or too emotional like her father's. belatedly, she offers a smile, that seems misplaced on her face. )
I could hardly stab anyone with that. ( she accepts the fork, a little grumbly, and turns to the food. ) Isn't it hard to eat something that looks so pretty?
( it feels like she's never had a meal like this — though it isn't anything too fancy, just prepared in a way that really does seem fitting of a princess. carefully, she breaks off a corner, not letting the tower fall. with a decent bite, she chews happily, looking him again in the eyes once she swallows. )
I can learn to cook as good as you?