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Sanji tasted the soup, it had a surprising amount of spice. He looked up at the person who made the dish, and it was a long way up to look despite the giant crouching down to meet his gaze.
It's delicious.
In no conceivable world could Sanji imagine that Doflamingo could actually cook.
"How do you know how to cook?"
What ? Do you not think I possess the ability to master such a basic skill? I'll have you know I'm quite capable.
Sanji pouted. "Cooking may be a basic skill but -"
Ah, ah hurry up or the soup will get cold.
Sanji glared at him a moment longer then went back to his soup.
Doffy looked at the tiny blonde gulping down his soup. A strange sense of nostalgia hitting him ; the thought of Rosi and him on some lonesome night after picking out whatever leftover food they could find from the trash heap. They mixed a bunch of it together and tried to down that horrible concoction. Feed some of it to their sick mother. The face young Rosi made. All when they had no choice but to swallow whatever they could find.
"Thank you." Sanji had said quietly and jolted Doffy from that waking nightmare.
My pleasure.