[ a fish. it's a small detail that sanji's left thinking of the oceans, of all the oceans, really, how they come together to form his all blue, where all the fish in the world come together in one place. and in that, he thinks she might be right. he could very well be a fish in that lost ocean, simply waiting to be found. ]

You say that, but you could easily be a flower on a tree growing by a pond. One day, you loosen from your branch, floating down, down, down through the air —

[ he joins her in her spinning, holding onto their laced hands as he twirls her and then himself, stepping back and in with some playful steps of his feet, smiling through it, until finally he spins her again, this time, giving her a gentle tug so she lands close upon his chest.

he looks down at her with a warm smile. ]

And then you land gently on the surface of the water, right above me, where I can kiss your petals while pushing you back to shore. [ he keeps his eyes on her with a tender stare, his smile small but still present, reaching up with a light stroke of his fingers to tuck by her hair from her eyes. and then he answers, quietly, ] There's an a in yours. The same as mine.