Author's Notes: I have a lot of these (sorry about that), so pay attention. I'm putting them up here so you'll already know everything before you have to read it. And then you don't have to scroll to the bottom or whatevers.

1) Granite is one of the most expensive stones and tiles. Blue pearl stone is one of the most expensive subtypes of that, and you can't find it in North America. It's pretty and it looks like this.

2) Ice boxes/refrigerators were first invented in the early 20th century.

3) One hundred dollars in 1925 is equivalent to 1,203 today.

4) Super (to mean great or awesome) first came into popular use in the 1920s. Ponytail's origin dates back to the 19th century. Afro, however, was not actually used or was a hair style until the Black Power cultural revolution of the 1960s, so that's why Brook's hair is different.

5) I talk a lot about men's clothing in this chapter. So, you should probably know some of that terminology.
Jazz suit: Thin waisted, and tighter jacket, can either be single or double breasted. These were the kinds of suits that people would wear pinstriped or checked ties.
Sacque suit: Classic suit that most people think of when they think 'suit'. Called a sacque suit (sacque means sack in French) for the loose jacket.
Knickerbockers: Shorter, baggy pants that were sized plus-twos, -fours, -sixes and it refers to the inches below the knee. They were often worn with golf coats or sacque suit jackets. Most often were of a tweed texture.

6) I had to anglicize Robin's name, because I don't want her to be Asian. I know, it sounds awful but bear with it.

7) Usopp actually has two handguns. Sanji just didn't see the other one, but he gets two pistols.

8) Hollywood and the glamorification of the gangster era brought up the myth of carrying tommy guns in violin cases. That actually didn't happen. Gangsters were more likely to carry a gun in a newspaper (which were big and bulky back in the day). Brook gets to be an exception because he is actually a musician.

9) A square is an old-fashioned (but some people still say it) name for a cigarette. It's called that because the paper that they rolled tobacco in was square-shaped.

10) It's really fucking hard not to include millions of curse words, but Sanji needs a cleaner tongue. It won't last too long. He'll realise that he can curse all he wants to.

And now that you've read all that shit, enjoy! If you're confused and I left out anything let me know and I'll explain things. And I left a subtle...innuendo/thing in there and I want to see if anyone catches it...

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Zoro was standing in front of Le Baratie, his mind mostly blank. He knew how dangerous this was, how careful everyone needed to be, because at any moment one of Don Krieg's men could appear. If that happened, their whole meeting would be ruined, and any chance of convincing Sanji would be over. Zoro had finished checking the area, and even though he'd been careful, someone might still be around. He knew he should be paying attention and staying alert, but all Zoro could think about was how glad he was that it was day and that neon light was off. It was a small detail, but one that he could appreciate. If something came up, Zoro would much prefer to fight without it's annoying popping distracting him.

It would be a blessing if nothing came up, considering what they were here to do. To convince Sanji Nero to let us take over his liquor supply. To remove Don Krieg's influence in the area. To begin putting Luffy in a position of power.

He glanced up and down the street one last time, and, seeing nobody, he opened the restaurant's door. The lights in the dining room were off, and with only the mid-afternoon light, the room was dark and gloomy. A prickling feeling settled at the base of his neck, ominous. Considering the potential danger of this meeting, the empty, dim room didn't bode well.

"Oi, cook," Zoro called out. He took a couple steps further into the room and glanced around it. His eyes fell on the door to the kitchen. Zoro looked around, double checking just in case he had missed something- had missed Don Krieg or any of his members hiding in the shadows- and then he walked to the kitchen. With his hand on the door, pressing lightly, it swung open. "You could turn the lights on in there. Unless they are off to prevent anyone from looking in as you kill me. If that's the plan, let me know so we can get it over with."

He stepped into the kitchen. It was just as empty as the other room. Zoro walked in further, looking around. It was a nice kitchen with long blue pearl stone granite counters. There was a deep sink and next to it a large stove with eight burners. Near the back was a large, white container, which Zoro assumed to be one of those new ice-boxes. He could see why a chef would love this kitchen. Zoro could also see that this would have been expensive to build. The granite, if he remembered correctly, couldn't be found in North America, so importing that would not have been cheap. And the racks of knives and cast-iron pans seemed like they might have cost over a hundred dollars.

He didn't think that Sanji would have that kind of money. Don Krieg had it, though. Don Krieg might have paid for this kitchen. If so, what had Sanji given in return for it? Or was it just because Sanji ran the speakeasy? For the first time, Zoro wondered just how much Don Krieg would fight to keep this place under his control. Don Krieg didn't seem like the kind of man to invest in something and let it go relatively peaceably.

A noise to Zoro's left caused him to look to the other door in the room. It moved slightly, jerked. Then it slowly began to swing open. From where he was standing, Zoro could only see the door, and not the figure behind it. That person, however, quickly swiveled their position and Zoro recognized it as the chef. Sanji stopped when he saw Zoro, his eyes wide.

Sanji was holding a large box that looked as though it had been hastily stuffed. The variety of items- most of which appeared to be simple utensils- were in no apparent order. Zoro wondered exactly what they were for. It was most likely for cooking, but Zoro wasn't quite sure how candles and rope fit into that assumption.

The cook quickly set the box on the counter behind him and whipped back around to face Zoro. Sanji didn't look like the professional he had been at their first meeting. His hair was disheveled and his tie crooked. And there was something about his eyes that made Zoro wonder if Sanji had been crying.

"What are you doing here?" Sanji said as he smoothed his hair down into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. He straightened and tightened his tie. "You're thirty minutes earlier than Nami said you would be."

"It would have been an hour, but I got lost," Zoro said, fully expecting the cook to make fun of his poor directional skills. Everyone else Zoro knew did. But Sanji only looked more strained. "I was told to check out the area before everyone else got here."

"Oh," said Sanji. Zoro wasn't quite sure what kind of 'oh' that was. "And is all fine?"

"Yeah. No one's out there." Sanji looked relieved. More relieved than Zoro had expected him to. If Luffy, Nami, Zoro and the others were discovered, Don Krieg would come after them for trying to take his property. Except Zoro just felt excited. Zoro could understand, though, what Sanji was going through. He knew that Sanji was risking everything just by meeting them. "So you don't have to worry. Once you meet Luffy you'll see that we can help you."

"I'm sure," he said skeptically. He reached into his pants pocket to pull out his tobacco case. In there were two already rolled cigarettes, and Sanji took one and fitted it between his lips. He lit it and stashed the case away back in his pocket. "I'll find out when I see them."

"All right then, but you should expect them soon. I'm surprised that they aren't here already. Luffy was getting anxious and begged to come with me. Nami told him no, but I'm not sure how much longer she can hold him off."

Sanji frowned. "Will the lovely Nami be joining us then?"

"Yes, but she isn't the only other one coming. Everyone wanted to meet you," Zoro said. "This is our first big chance to put ourselves out there. If we get rid of Don Krieg and become your liquor supply, then we will have made a big win."

"I see. Well, if it's such a big deal," Sanji said. He smoothed out his double-breasted jazz suit jacket. "I suppose I should be out there to welcome them." Sanji stepped around Zoro, his shoulder brushing Zoro's own. He stopped at the door, looked back and Zoro, and said, "Shouldn't you be coming too? They are your people."

"Yeah, I'm coming." He turned around to leave the kitchen, but his eyes lingered on the box, wondering once again why it held ropes and candles. Zoro didn't let it bother him, though, and he followed Sanji out of the kitchen. "Oh, and they aren't my people. We're Luffy's."

"Yes, of course you are," Sanji said curtly. Zoro had a response, but the bell above the door dinged. It opened to reveal Nami. Nami had her red overcoat on, but with a soft pink blouse underneath. She had her head turned away from them and was laughing at someone behind her. As Nami stepped further into the restaurant, the door framed another, darker-haired woman in a deep green, knee-length dress coat.

"Zoro, dear," Nami said. Her eyes were glittering, and Zoro knew that always spelled trouble- usually for him. "I see you made it here. Good, but I want to know what exactly you said to make Luffy so determined to arrive thirty minutes before schedule. Robin and I were barely able to convince him to wait as long as he did. You did make sure no one was around? Because you know how Luffy can cause trouble even when there isn't any trouble to begin with. Honestly, Zoro, you should be more careful when you speak to him. What if he had arrived and Don Krieg or one of his men were around and he acted as carelessly as he usually does? What good would our plan be then?"

Zoro struggled to control his desire to make sure this woman never spoke to him in such a way as she was. He was tired of her disrespect. It wasn't his fault Luffy was uncooperative and didn't always listen to those people around him. He was about to say such when Sanji bounded forward and took Nami's hand into his own.

"Mademoiselle," he said, bending so that he could press his lips to the back of her hand. "It is a pleasure to see your heavenly features once more. I feel blessed that one such as I am graced by you and your ravishing companion. Bonjour, cherie, I am Sanji, but you may call me Prince, if you so wish."

Sanji was clasping Robin's hands between his own. She smiled and blushed politely. "A pleasure to meet you," she said in her smooth voice. Sanji brought one of Robin's hands to his lips. He kissed it just on the underside of her wrist.

Nami coughed softly, and Sanji moved his focus back to her. "Sanji, may I introduce to you Robin Nico."

"A robin, is it?" Sanji said. "Well, my dear, you are certainly as lovely as one, and the sight of you has awoken something within me as fresh as the spring you herald."

"Sanji, sir," Robin began. "You are too kind, by far. Yet, I believe, now is not the time for such flattery. Our companions should be arriving soon."

"Of course," Sanji took Nami's hand and guided her and Robin down into the room. He pulled out chairs for them and seated himself between the two women.

Zoro watched this exchange, realizing that he shouldn't get involved. Either Nami would turn and snap at him for being useless or Sanji would become defensive. It wasn't worth it. Zoro walked toward the front of the restaurant, hoping that nobody would see him leave and try to stop him. There was no reason why he should stay in here and watch that chef flirt. He'd rather stay outside the restaurant and keep watch.

Zoro was just walking out of the restaurant as Luffy and Usopp dashed in.

--

Sanji was flattering Nami and Robin as he casually watched Roronoa Zoro. He would have much preferred his company to the women's, but something told him Zoro and he wouldn't get along. Zoro didn't seem to like him. And the other man's brusque attitude and ridiculous green hair were quite a turn off.

Robin said something to him, and he turned his attention to her for a moment. By the time he looked back, Zoro had vanished and was replaced by two young men, both of whom were very loud. Sanji briefly wondered where Zoro had gone, but then the two men were heading towards his table. He stood up, unsure of how to greet these strangers.

Both wore long knickerbockers, which Sanji guessed were plus-fours or more. One of them had dark brown hair that was slicked back with gel. Over a white shirt was a pair of tan suspenders that matched the tweed of his pants. He had a long nose, and Sanji wondered if he was of Polish descent.

The other's hair was black and he had left it messy. His knickerbockers were black with a double hem. Sanji noted the unevenly rolled sleeves and un-tucked shirt underneath a deep gray vest. Sanji could see a thin scar underneath his left eye. On his head was a straw-knit fedora with a bright red sash around it.

"Sanji," Nami said, standing. She walked toward the pair and linked her arm with the black-haired one. "May I introduce Usopp." The one wearing suspenders leaned forward to shake Sanji's hand. As he did so, Sanji saw the gun holster hanging at his side. He sucked in his breath at the sight of it. It was dangerous to carry a gun in plain sight in this city.

"Nice to meet you. Did you know I can shoot the eye off a fly at a hundred paces?" Usopp said. He laughed, carefree. Sanji doubted his statement, but the way he said it was rather convincing.

"And this is Luffy," Nami said at the same time the other man said, "And I'm Luffy."

Sanji found it hard to believe that this grinning fool was the man Zoro and Nami had promised would free him. Here and now, at first glance, Luffy wasn't inspiring anything in Sanji. He only felt disbelief. But he wouldn't let that show. They had come out here, and Sanji felt that he should give this unusual character a chance.

"Hi," Sanji held out his hand. Luffy shook it firmly, beaming grin in place. "I'm Sanji."

"Is it true you can cook? Even meat?" Luffy asked, a fervent light shining in his eyes. Sanji nodded, unsure of how this was related to his purpose here. "That's great. That means you'll make food for me, right?"

"If you want," he said awkwardly.

"Good." Luffy nodded. "Lately Nami has been doing all the cooking and she's awful. She burns everything."

"Luffy," Nami said. She brought her fist down on top of his head. Luffy murmured something under his breath, earning another hit to the head. Sanji watched them, unsure of how to act. He felt someone tugging on the elbow of his jacket, and he turned around to see Robin smiling.

"Don't misjudge him just by this exchange. There's more to him than this." Her smile was so reassuring that Sanji began to rescind his earlier judgments. Robin looked past him to Nami. "Why don't we all sit down?"

Sanji had to pull over two more chairs so that Usopp and Luffy could sit down. With five people at their small table, Sanji was pressed closely between Nami and Robin. He pretended to enjoy the closeness as he carefully observed these people. Usopp and Luffy were joking with each other, and Nami and Robin were attempting small talk with him. No one had brought up why they were here.

Suddenly, Luffy stood up, waving and yelling at someone. Sanji followed Luffy's gaze. There were another two men standing just inside the restaurant door. With them was Sanji's short-haired wife. Sanji remembered that she had gone to spend the day with her younger brother, Hacchi. She must have left early to make it back here at the same time Luffy and his crew did.

"Brook. Franky," Luffy said, waving them over to their table. "You made it."

"That we did. Sorry if we arrived a little later than expected, but we encountered Caimie dear on the way and I insisted on escorting her," said one. He was tall, taller than Sanji. He had dark skin and dark hair that was cut close around his head. Sanji could see something poking out over his shoulder, and when the man stepped closer, he could tell that it was a violin case. He directed Caimie towards the table and pulled out a chair for her before sitting down in his own seat.

The other man was broad shouldered, broad-chested. With a strong face and cleft chin, he seemed more imposing and more like the gangsters Sanji had known. If he had entered earlier, Sanji might have guessed him to be Luffy. He certainly looked like he might be. Or so Sanji thought until the man stretched his arms above his head diagonally, striking a pose and causing his sacque suit jacket to rise above his waistline and his pants bunch around his thighs. It made it seem like he wore his clothing a size too small on purpose. Make that three sizes too small.

"And that is why I'm super," the man said. Sanji assumed he was addressing Caimie, who was currently blushing and trying to wave away the two men's affection. She was doing a good job of playing the demure, constant wife. It surprised him to see how good she was at it. He supposed that all these years of hiding from Don Krieg's wandering gaze had honed that act to perfection.

"Oh-ho-ho," the tall man laughed. He stopped and stared down at Caimie. In all seriousness, he said, "My dear, I was wondering if you would allow me a glimpse at what lies beneath that lovely gown you're wearing."

Caimie's mouth opened, shocked. Sanji sprang to his feet, ready to defend his wife's honor, because even if he wasn't romantically or sexually committed, she was still his friend. Behind him, however, was carefree, uninhibited laughter. Sanji looked over his shoulder to see Luffy, cackling as though there was nothing wrong with the man's previous statement. The broad-shouldered man walked over to Sanji and gently patted him on the back.

"Don't worry, Brook says that to every woman he meets. He's never serious." The man held out his hand. Sanji shook it. In the background, Sanji heard the tall man- Brook- mutter something about always being serious. "My name's Franky."

"Sanji. Nice to meet you." Sanji said. Franky grinned. Sanji found himself instantly liking this man for his forward but warm attitude. Franky pulled out another chair and sat next to Robin. With already so little room, he was forced to sit just outside of the table's range. Brook was in a similar situation, but he placed himself between Luffy and Usopp. Caimie came over to sit next to him.

Sanji looked around at the group of people that had gathered in his restaurant. All of them were strangers. People he had never met- with the exception of Nami. None of them were attempting meaningless small talk, nor had they immediately gotten down to business. They were laughing, joking with each other, and enjoying the atmosphere even in a place they had never been in. Completely natural. Sanji wondered just how different his life would be if he could find people to be completely natural around. For a moment, he allowed himself to imagine it with these people.

He was startled out of his reverie by someone speaking to him. Sanji cleared his head and turned his attention to that person.

"So," Nami was saying, "have you considered the offer?"

All joking and banter stopped, and the table's patrons sobered. Luffy turned his attention to Sanji, and he was unable to take his blue eyes off the black ones across from him. He could feel twelve eyes on him, making his insides squirm. Sanji glanced at Caimie. She smiled bitterly, then nodded. Sanji understood. This decision ultimately came down for Sanji to make.

"Yes." It was the answer to Nami's question, but he was specifically addressing Luffy. Sanji noted the change in the man who moments before had been full of humor. Now Sanji saw determination set in his features.

"So you'll do it," Luffy nodded as though the matter had been settled in that one word answer. "Good."

"No. Not necessarily," Sanji quickly corrected him. "Caimie and I talked about it, and we are…intrigued. In theory, this seems sound. Except I can't believe that it will actually work. I've seen Don Krieg and how he works. I don't see how anyone can take him down."

"I will," Luffy said. Sanji looked him over, seeing only a slender young man wearing a serious face. Compared to the brute strength of Krieg he wasn't sure exactly what Luffy could do.

"Y-yes, but-"

"I will," Luffy repeated. Sanji looked into those dark eyes, searching for false bravado. He saw none, only sheer confidence and belief in himself. It disappeared, though, and was replaced with a light smile. "I'll get rid of him, and then you'll be able to cook for me whenever I want. Right?"

Sanji thought it was odd that food was his first priority and not the speakeasy. "If you can manage to do that, the you're welcome to come by Baratie any time you want."

"Then I'll do it."

"Only for the food? You don't want the speakeasy and the liquor supply."

Luffy laughed. Next to Sanji Nami scowled. "Oh. That. I guess I do. That was actually Zoro's and Nami's idea. She wants the money we can earn from it. And I think Zoro wants a place to drink."

He wasn't sure how he was supposed to react to this. Luffy was solely interested in him for his cooking skills. He wanted a chef, not a man to house bootleg liquor and bathtub gin. "If you aren't interested in the speakeasy, then why did you decide to come to me in the first place?"

"I'm helping Shanks keep a promise. When I told him I was moving to Enies, he told me about this restaurant and a man he knew here. Shanks said he promised to watch out for you." A man he knew here. Luffy's words echoed in his mind. Does he mean Zeff? "I said I'd check on you. And when I learned you had good food, I had to come here myself. But Nami said that if I came then Don Krieg would see me, and if he did I might not get what I want."

"And what is it you want that requires you to keep Krieg from seeing you?"

Luffy looked at Sanji as though he had asked the most pointless question. Then he broke out laughing. "To control the city."

He said it as though it were a done deed, and it was time to wait until he happened. Matter of fact. Sanji pictured Luffy as believing that knew it would happen without fail. Sanji imagined for a brief moment that it would happen. But that image vanished abruptly.

"I see," Sanji said. Luffy was still beaming, and everyone else at the table was smiling as well. Sanji even looked over to Caimie and saw a glimmer in her eyes. Perhaps it was hope, he saw, or latent tears of relief. Sanji wasn't convinced, though. "And how will this happen exactly?"

"I take out Don Krieg. Then Buggy and Whitebeard."

"Just like that. It's not that simple."

"It is."

"How can you do that?"

Franky entered the conversation. "We thought you might be able to help with that."

"For several reasons," Nami said. "With control over the liquor here, we would earn money that will help us meet our goals. Most importantly,you know more about Don Krieg than anyone outside his gang, Sanji. You know where he stays, where he gets his own alcohol, and you can tell us when he comes to Baratie."

"Yes," Sanji said hesitantly. It was true that he knew all the things she mentioned. But he couldn't use that information to help them. Don Krieg would find out and ruin Sanji. "I can't. Don Krieg will learn about it. And if that happens, he'll take the restaurant, the speakeasy, and he may even decide to kill me or Caimie."

"How can he take the restaurant?" Luffy asked.

"My guess is that the deed to Baratie is in his name," Robin answered before Sanji had a chance to speak. "Am I right?"

Sanji nodded. "There is no way he'll allow that to be changed."

"I believe we can fix that," said Robin. "We can get it the deed from him and forge his signature for the transfer of ownership."

Sanji didn't doubt that. "Yes, but it has to be witnessed by a judge, and most of Enies' judges are accepting bribes from him."

"We have that covered," Nami said. She gestured to Luffy who was silently watching this exchange. Sanji frowned. "There is a certain judge who owes us a favor for saving his daughter's life. And he has no love for Don Krieg."

"All right, you have that angle covered, but how do you expect to get close enough to him to be able to get a hold of the deed?" Sanji asked, trying to suppress this curiosity and tiny ray of hope. A part of his brain was telling him that this was a definite escape from Don Krieg, and that he would enjoy the company of Luffy, Nami, and the others.

"I used to be a thief," Nami said, pulling something out from her lap. Sanji immediately recognized the silver of his tobacco case. He patted his jacket and did not feel the constant protrusion it made when inside the pocket.

"When did you take that?" Sanji said, reaching for it. Nami handed it back with a wicked smile.

"When we first sat down."

"Oh," Sanji said. He deposited the case inside his jacket before looking around at the expectant faces. He didn't know what to say. His mind was trying to process the situation and struggling not to immediately acquiesce. They seemed so convincing, and there was something about Luffy that made him want to trust him completely. The bumbling fool he had first believed him to be was not what he saw now in front of him. Sanji believed Luffy when he said that he would win. But he couldn't say yes just yet. Because it wasn't only about him. "Caimie, what do you think of this?"

She met Sanji's gaze and spoke softly. "Sanji, I- I think Luffy can do this. I trust them, but ultimately this is your decision to make. Baratie was always your first love and your dream."

Sanji didn't find her words as reassuring as he might have hoped. He needed a cigarette to clear his head and give him a chance to think. Sanji stood up, glancing around at the seven people in front of him. "Ex-excuse me, please. I'm going to need a moment or two to think this over. I'll just be outside. Caimie, could you please offer refreshments?"

She nodded, and Sanji acknowledged it and the others at the table before walking away and outside. The sunlight hit him, and he had to cover his eyes as he waited for his vision to adjust. He lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. The tobacco filled his lungs.

Sanji heard a scuffling nearby. He looked around until he found its source. Zoro was leaning against the outside wall. His long, body stretched out, and Sanji found himself tracing his gaze over it, imagining what he might look like outside of that suit. He shook his head. This was definitely not the time to develop an interest in Zoro.

"So," Zoro said, startling Sanji out of his examination. "What did you think of Luffy?"

"He's…interesting."

"That's an understatement." Zoro broke away from the wall and turned to face Sanji.

"I suppose. He's not like I thought he would be. And," Sanji paused to take another puff of the square. "He isn't as immature as I thought he was when I first saw him. He's much more-"

"Entertaining?" Zoro supplied.

"That and-," Sanji tried to find the right word.

"He's so confident that it completely overwhelms any reluctance you had earlier." Sanji nodded. "Yeah. He does that to people, and I don't think he knows it."

"I can see that." A moment of silence fell between them. Then Zoro broke it.

"What did you think of our offer?" Sanji didn't answer. He still wasn't quite sure. "Are you considering it?"

"I am."

"You should say yes," Zoro said in a nonchalant manner. Sanji didn't feel as though Zoro were trying to persuade him but was merely observing and restating a fact.

"Why?"

"Because you won't have to deal with a tyrant, constantly wondering if you're safe. Because Luffy won't care how you use that expensive kitchen you've got in there. He'll probably just come in every night for your food." Suddenly Zoro smirked. It was such an unpredictable expression on the other man's face. "And because you're already fucked for meeting with us, so you might as well say yes and go all the way."

He couldn't believe that Zoro had said something so obscene- not that Sanji hadn't ever cursed in his life- but the complete disregard for propriety and the informal address shocked Sanji. But something about it was humorous. Sanji laughed, and with that action he felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

"I think I just might say yes," Sanji said. He took one last drag on his cigarette before tossing it down.

"Good."

Sanji and Zoro stared at one another a moment. An invisible line of tension was beginning to form between them. Sanji wondered if, after this moment, they would be able to have another such conversation. He could see that Zoro was already withdrawing into his curt manner.

"I guess I'd better head inside to tell them the good news," Sanji said.

"I guess so."

"So I'm going to go do that." Sanji moved toward the door.

"Once you get in there, ask Usopp to come out here. Tell him it's his turn at watch. I'm tired of standing out here." Zoro said. Sanji nodded. He pushed open the door and was stepping inside when Zoro spoke again. "Oh, I meant to ask this earlier, but why were you carrying a box full of candles and rope?"

Sanji blushed, grasping for a convincing answer that wouldn't give away the real reason. He didn't want to admit that he had begun throwing away things that he and Gin wouldn't use anymore. "Oh. I was cleaning out some supplies I had left in the apartment upstairs."

"Hmm," Zoro said. Sanji hoped he had believed him. He hurried back into the restaurant, fully prepared to tell Luffy that he accepted.

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Zoro watched the chef walk back into the restaurant, wondering what about Sanji piqued his curiosity so much. He was glad the other man had agreed to their offer. It would be interesting to work with Sanji and to see what change the chef could do.