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(Dragging his feet over here to extend his.............mutual aid or something. He has no idea what his life has become.)

What staples are you looking for in your cooking arsenal?

(Mihawk doesn't really regret anything. He just recognizes that they had both been going Through Some Stuff and it didn't seem worth the energy to maintain any sort of genuine frustration toward the cook.

It's more of a gesture of peace above all else. A basket filled with herbs and spices, some nice cuts of meat wrapped carefully, and a well-crafted cutting board. A simple note is attached that reads:)

No need to keep sneaking into my stock. Just come as you will.

-Mihawk

Mister Sanji. This is Bee. I was the child with the rabbit. I have something to tell you and I think you will probably be very displeased with me.

( be brave, bee!!! )

While you were distracted, I stole a knife from you, right up my shirt sleeve. I am sorry. I was scared but that is no excuse for thievery. I have a new knife now and I feel very guilty about having yours.
I can bring it back to you, and I accept whatever punishment you think reasonable.

( along with nami's gift, there is a small bundle of handwritten recipe cards — distinctly not in shanks' handwriting — wrapped with twine, which feature a range of somewhat normal to ... more creative local recipes. did he steal these from a house he was delivering presents to? probably. don't think about it too much. )

Sanji,

If you're ever in need of inspiration.

-S ☠️

sanji! will you make me something sweet to eat today? 🧡 maybe ... an orange tart?

Edited 2023-12-27 03:31 (UTC)

Chef Sanji, would you like a new eye?

Edited 2024-02-03 22:44 (UTC)

( a concerning thing for a chef: the sound of someone, early in the morning, rooting around in his kitchen, with the distinct impression of not wanting to be heard. far be it from bee to show up uninvited, but today is a special enough occasion that she thinks the oversight in manners could be overlooked in favor of this. this, of course, being a slanted, three-tier cake that seemingly popped up out of nowhere. it's unbecoming in a way that only childlike earnestness can hope to achieve — the color of the cake just a little too brown, peaking through the shellacked yellow frosting that's just a little too melty, making the whole creation structurally questionable. bee is not saved from the mania either, a thick streak of frosting in her hair almost like she used it to gel her hair back — body otherwise a tapestry of little sugary smudges, from her face to her arms, which support a piping bag currently decorating the cake with little blue swirls in several different shades.

it's not especially traditional for writing to be on any cake in the six duchies, if only because mostly older generation bakers don't know how to read or write. so, she didn't think about addressing it — but there is a smudgy painting made on the cake's face with frosting, a bunny curled up on its back, a red heart painted on its chest. along the sides of the cake, and what she's currently piping, are little decorative bees at random places.

yes, the kitchen is a mess. and yes, she does expect to get cuffed for it. but bee has a friend, and that friend has a birthday, so this is the most important thing that has ever and will ever happen to her. )

cook do you seriously have a is it part of a ritual with nami or let me s you shouldn't be can i please are you getting some rest

( it's not like nami didn't tell zoro a while ago that scribbling out his words doesn't stop them from being scrawled across his recipient's page as he writes, but —

it's also very hard to think about anything other than his ... whatever sanji is to him — and his hot, wet cunt.

so. )

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