[... yeah, this idiot's Luffy's brother all right. Sanji can't help but snort a little at the meat comment, his lips twitching upward just slightly, despite the tension otherwise lining his body.]
You don't need meat in a meal to make it hearty. Despite the shitty seasoning, it had enough in it to technically be considered a meal. [Unlike the dish Sabo was eating. A dish that Sanji could make easy as breathing now. A dish full of protein and grains and vegetables, all things to give someone lasting energy and keep a stomach full and satisfied.]
Nothing. [Is the automatic lie answer, followed by another stream of smoke being blown out to the night sky. He watches Sabo eat for a moment more, feeling a bit of the tension draining away as his mind goes from the past to the present, from shitty families and spilled secrets to the simple joy of watching someone eat something he's made.]
It's good, huh? [He can't help the grin, just like he can't help the question. He'll never get tired of this, will never be able to stop his heart from soaring every time someone eats one of his meals.]
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You don't need meat in a meal to make it hearty. Despite the shitty seasoning, it had enough in it to technically be considered a meal. [Unlike the dish Sabo was eating. A dish that Sanji could make easy as breathing now. A dish full of protein and grains and vegetables, all things to give someone lasting energy and keep a stomach full and satisfied.]
Nothing. [Is the automatic
lieanswer, followed by another stream of smoke being blown out to the night sky. He watches Sabo eat for a moment more, feeling a bit of the tension draining away as his mind goes from the past to the present, from shitty families and spilled secrets to the simple joy of watching someone eat something he's made.]It's good, huh? [He can't help the grin, just like he can't help the question. He'll never get tired of this, will never be able to stop his heart from soaring every time someone eats one of his meals.]