[At some point, probably when Nami's busy scolding Luffy about some stupid thing he's in the process of doing and Law's either pointedly ignoring all of them or getting roped into said horrible shenanigans, Sanji approaches Sabo in their cramped, pirate infested room.
It's casual, nothing out of the ordinary from anyone else's standpoint. After all, Sanji'd served all of them dinner. And what's so weird about a chef making sure everyone in his care ate?
Either way, he's sliding a plate of familiar looking food in front of the revolutionary, just standing nearby and lighting a cigarette near the window. He's no good at talking about this kind of shit, but... Sabo was good to that miserable kid not too long ago.
That's not something Sanji can easily forget about. Not now, at least.]
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It's casual, nothing out of the ordinary from anyone else's standpoint. After all, Sanji'd served all of them dinner. And what's so weird about a chef making sure everyone in his care ate?
Either way, he's sliding a plate of familiar looking food in front of the revolutionary, just standing nearby and lighting a cigarette near the window. He's no good at talking about this kind of shit, but... Sabo was good to that miserable kid not too long ago.
That's not something Sanji can easily forget about. Not now, at least.]