( 'I can 't cook anymore, Nami-san. Not with these hands. ')

( 'Think of what happened to Franky. At the rate I 'm changing, they 're going to find something interesting in me, too. And it 's not going to be as pretty. ')

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-

Nami watches Sanji pour the champagne into her glass.

'Good evening, oh lovely mademoiselle, ' and though the words are so sweet, it brings tears to her eyes. 'How may we serve you and your ' slightly less than stellar company today? '

'Meat! I want Meat! '

'Sake. '

'I didn 't ask

you

shitty bastards! And don 't come into a restaurant and order sake! ' Sanji snaps, then swirls back into his deep tenor for the lady of the table, 'pardon me, milady. '

Nami smiles, leaning into the back of her hand in a seductive way. 'I apologize for my Captain and his companion. They 're

terrible

, aren 't they? '