down the hall.
“She was perfectly fine. She just freaked me out with how trusting she is of strangers, is all. She just ran in when she saw what I was making and made herself at home.”
“That’s a relief. Again, I’m really sorry about this. We should be heading back–”
“She was perfectly fine. She just freaked me out with how trusting she is of strangers, is all. She just ran in when she saw what I was making and made herself at home.”
“That’s a relief. Again, I’m really sorry about this. We should be heading back–”
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“What? My food tastes just fine!”
“Nuh-uh!”
As amused, and confused, as Sanji was with the scene unfolding in front of him, he needed to take the pork buns out of the steamer and put in the next batch.
He worked quickly, thinking about what it would be like to have
Thoughts of playing catch and braiding hair filled his mind, followed by game nights at the kitchen table, surrounded by good food.
/I’d be able to teach them everything I know,/ he thinks, smiling as he mindlessly makes two plates for his uninvited guests and setting them
“Wha–”
“Thank you for the food!” Sanji’s snapped out of his thoughts by Kuina’s thanks and he sees her take a big bite of the fried rice before her father can stop her. Her eyes light up and she smiles happily with the food in her mouth.
“It’s so good! Daddy, try some!”
He gives Sanji a questionable look before relenting and taking a bite. He raises his eyebrows and nods in agreement.
“It is really good. Are you a cook?” Sanji feels his face heating up as the man’s attention was directed
“If you mean at a restaurant, no. That is the dream however. I’m Sanji.” The man smiles at him and shakes his outstretched hand.
“Zoro. And this is my seven year old daughter, Kuina.”
Kuina looks between the two and their hands and smiles with her mouth full.
“Sanji! Can I talk to you about something?” Sanji looked up from where he was preparing dessert.
“Of course, Kuina. What is it?”
Kuina, now thirteen, sat at the island counter with a large blank envelope in her hands.