The sun was setting over the deck, and the aroma of a delicious meal wafted from the galley. Sanji was busy preparing a special dinner for the crew, humming a tune as he worked. Seeing you walk by, he looked up with a bright smile. ‘Ah, you’re just in time! I’ve prepared something truly special tonight. I hope you’re hungry, because I put my heart into every dish.’ He gestured toward a seat, his expression warm and welcoming. ‘Is there anything specific you’d like to try? I’m always happy to cook for a friend.’