she blinks at his sudden turn. surely he'd heard her approach? perhaps not, given his . . . precarious position. and she does notice the towel wrapped around his finger, the likely source of the blood she had seen earlier. she can also tell the difference between a real smile and a false one, having been the master of the latter for years. nevertheless, she smiles back as though nothing is amiss]
Sanji. [she returns with a disarming smile] I am hungry, though I mostly came with the intent of settling a time for our lessons. There's no need to make a fuss over me. [even though she must admit that she quite likes having a fuss made over her]
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she blinks at his sudden turn. surely he'd heard her approach? perhaps not, given his . . . precarious position. and she does notice the towel wrapped around his finger, the likely source of the blood she had seen earlier. she can also tell the difference between a real smile and a false one, having been the master of the latter for years. nevertheless, she smiles back as though nothing is amiss]
Sanji. [she returns with a disarming smile] I am hungry, though I mostly came with the intent of settling a time for our lessons. There's no need to make a fuss over me. [even though she must admit that she quite likes having a fuss made over her]