[Sabo looks over at Sanji and his scowling frustration. It seemed like he was keeping in something he hasn't heard of from the chef. Even though it's only been some time since he's met another one of Luffy's crewmates, he can't help but see that it is something unsusual.. especially since he looked like he was making sure no one else was seeing these things.

He puts down the spoon then, as the plate by now was still only half consumed. Normally, he'd be able to eat the whole rice but seeing Sanji's expression with such stress, one would wonder... what was going on with his mind? As opposed to how he was a kid.]

The kid still had aspirations that he wasn't confident in... upholding standards to family it seems. [He can't blame him, he knows this from his own biological parents.] I wouldn't say it'd be easily forgettable anyway.

Though getting your ass kicked. I got mine kicked a lot when I was with Luffy and Ace back when we were kids. [Because this fondness and tough love with the cooking though was something he could relate. The rough housing with Dadan and Garp he had for some time with both Ace and Luffy... though it wasn't as passionate and catered to fine-tuning a skill.. how he was raised from that period was somewhat similar. He would know so.]