Shit, yeah. [ Chuckling, Sanji nods at Shanks’ comment. He doesn’t think Nami would really mind if Shanks showed him the way to her suit— in her shoes, he’d be ecstatic— but he’s already taken up enough of his time. ] I’ll just ask her when I message her.

[ Actually, he probably won’t come out and ask it right away, but that’s fine. He’ll think about exactly what to send her in a few moments.

Before Shanks turns to go, though, Sanji gives him one last giant grin. ] Thanks again for all your help. Won’t forget it. And I won’t forget about that fried rice I owe you, either.