Yeah, they, uh, didn’t seem very concerned with anything other than fawning over me earlier. [ That doesn’t really say much, other than that the cooks here are whole-heartedly playing in whatever game the House is playing, but it’s enough that Sanji wouldn’t trust them with his food.

He laughs at Shanks’ comment a moment later and nods after glancing down at his Watch. Sanji’s confident he could probably figure it out with enough time— any good cook knows the importance of being able to adjust and improvise on the fly— but having Shanks here to give him an overview makes things go much quicker.

A moment later and his watch dings with the message. It’s so simple and quick that he has to shake his head with amazement. ]

Shit, you make it look so easy. Just like that and you can, what, send anyone here a message?

[ He repeats the process himself, with a little more difficulty, just to make sure he can reliable reproduce what Shanks has just shown him, resulting in the following message being sent to him:

thanks for all the help, shanks ]

Yeah, that was damn simple. [ He pauses and looks back down at the Watch, then up at Shanks. ] I guess I really can just message her and find out where she’s at, yeah? No need for you to show me where her suite is.