[ Oh, Sanji definitely thinks he’ll still owe Shanks, regardless of what the other man has to say about the matter. Anyone who helps him find a crewmate in a place like this— this shitty resort with it’s dumb game— is someone he’ll always feel inclined to help, especially when the chips are down. ]

I’ll make you whatever you want— fried rice, a nice steak, a good curry. Just tell me whatever it is you want and I’ll make it, free of charge. [ His eyes light up as he says it, a big grin on his face. Cooking is Sanji’s passion, after all, and having the opportunity to make something for someone who helped him is definitely something he enjoys. ] I gotta defend my Captain’s reputation while he’s away.

[ His eyes sweep out over the vast array of gauzy tents where the other deities and royals are set-up. Now that he knows Nami’s a queen, he’s half tempted to search each one until he finds her. She’s probably here, somewhere, and they just haven’t run into her yet.

Searching for her might not yield any results, though, and knowing where her suite is… well, that would be a lot more helpful. So he nods, done with the food anyway, hunger pangs still refusing to relent and starts to rise. ]

I’d like that. [ He grins as he says it and then gestures at the bottle of rum with a couple of fingers. ] Don’t forget that, yeah? Don’t want some other servant who appreciates rum less to walk off with it.