[Just hearing Yukito's name is like strapping a weight to Sanji's chest cavity, and his expression dampens. Heh. It figures he'd realize how much he'd miss his Sous Chef only after he'd left. Seventh Heaven feels so naked without him...

But Sanji shakes his head, perhaps predictably.] No, don't worry about it. I'll cover the extra shifts. [He tips back the rest of his alcohol, enjoying the burn before continuing] Besides, with this shitty heat, I bet no one wants to step outside if they don't have to.