[Just keep your toes away from his groin, good sir. He'd hate to have to drop you on your ass. Though as for the request--]
Sure. [He answers before his imagination is kind enough to supply an image, and boy does his nose wrinkle. There are few foods as foul-smelling as natto, though Sanji can stomach it when necessary. But on toast? Ugh, and does he want it topped with some type of shitty cheese or--]
You really like that stuff? [Honest question. Sanji is hoping the answer is no, and he can get away with a "proper" breakfast of eggs and toast, maybe some pancakes.
Food not designed to destroying taste buds, essentially.]
action, August 12th] ROFL and suddenly everything makes SENSE.
Sure. [He answers before his imagination is kind enough to supply an image, and boy does his nose wrinkle. There are few foods as foul-smelling as natto, though Sanji can stomach it when necessary. But on toast? Ugh, and does he want it topped with some type of shitty cheese or--]
You really like that stuff? [Honest question. Sanji is hoping the answer is no, and he can get away with a "proper" breakfast of eggs and toast, maybe some pancakes.
Food not designed to destroying taste buds, essentially.]