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. ]
( she makes a mental note to go talk to zoro, and get a shitty knife from him.
anyway — sanji is funny. he's kind of like a much older man in a younger man's body, grumbling about kids and lessons and the all-knowing parental eye. well, he doesn't know what a good liar bee is. fitzchivalry never knew about her exploration of the hidden passageways of withywoods, and he was her actual father. ( he did know, he just never told her. ) )
You didn't catch me. ( she kicks her feet girlishly, really digging in once her meals loses its structural integrity. bee isn't the kind of child disinterested in vegetables — she's been starved often enough that she eats it all without complaint, until her plate is clean. ) I caught me, and told you about it, as a respectable young lady should. Can I try that?
( apparently food has made her more comfortable around him, she shrugs out of the blanket, pressing her hand on sanji's knee and leaning over him, to reach for his cigarette. maybe it's like a pipe? not that her father ever smoked one. )
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[ 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. ]
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anyway — sanji is funny. he's kind of like a much older man in a younger man's body, grumbling about kids and lessons and the all-knowing parental eye. well, he doesn't know what a good liar bee is. fitzchivalry never knew about her exploration of the hidden passageways of withywoods, and he was her actual father. ( he did know, he just never told her. ) )
You didn't catch me. ( she kicks her feet girlishly, really digging in once her meals loses its structural integrity. bee isn't the kind of child disinterested in vegetables — she's been starved often enough that she eats it all without complaint, until her plate is clean. ) I caught me, and told you about it, as a respectable young lady should. Can I try that?
( apparently food has made her more comfortable around him, she shrugs out of the blanket, pressing her hand on sanji's knee and leaning over him, to reach for his cigarette. maybe it's like a pipe? not that her father ever smoked one. )