You shouldn't stab anyone with anything you use in the kitchen. [ he gives her a sidelong look instead of the knock to the head zeff would have given him to drive the point home. ] These are your tools. These are how you make magic. They're for creating things. For helping people. Not for hurting them. You want to stab someone, go talk to Zoro and get a shitty knife from him.

[ sanji's traded plenty of animals, vegetables, and herbs to get a decent knife set here, and he'll be damned if this shitty kid steals anything else from him. but he also remembers shanks' words, and how vengeful the humans can be. he remembers how vengeful humans can be anywhere, long before he came here. ]

If you get caught stealing, someone's gonna kill you. Or worse.

[ he gets the feeling he doesn't have to explain what or worse means.

he looks at the lake, then fishes through his apron pocket and pulls out a slim cigarette, if he can really call something he made himself out of carefully selected herbs that. but he's tired of going without, and even as he speaks to bee, he's planning on sneaking into the human cities to filch a few packs. ]

You're not even good at it, so give it up. If I catch you again, I'm gonna dump you in the lake.

[ he lights up his smoke while bee eats, taking a long drag and expelling a minty breath of cold air. ]