[ At the mention of others from their world, Sanji’s eyes widen. He’d been intending to ask if there were others— well, specifically if there were other members of his crew— there as well. The more he gets to know about this place, the more he feels both hope and dread at the prospect, a desire to both be with his crew at odds with the need to keep them safe at all costs. ]

It’s the same with the wine, you know? [ There’s quiet laughter, but he’s clearly still thinking about the idea of others from their world being here, swirling the glass of wine and staring into it. What he wouldn’t give for a cigarette right now. ] It’s good, but it’s not a Micqueot vintage, that’s certain.

[ There’s a brief pause as he keeps staring into the glass and then looks back up at Shanks, curiosity and uncertainty lingering in his gaze. ]

When you say there are others from our world here… do you know if any of the rest of my crew is here? [ Even though his feelings on the matter are complex, there’s a note of longing in his voice that can’t be missed, a desire to be at home again. And then— even though Shanks knew his name because Luffy told it to him— he lists them out one by one, just in case. ] Nami, or Usopp, or Zoro? Are any of them here?