Not the owner, not making money, not looking for a suit.
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12. in a good mood
Nami was in a good mood--relatively speaking, anyway. They'd managed to build the fire up to her satisfaction, even if they didn't have any of that shitty liar's fireworks (Sanji wasn't bitter, what?), and she seemed confident for the first time in several days that rescue was imminent.
Sanji decided not to spoil it with any more suggestions as to how they should spend their time. He was too much of a gentleman to be vulgar, so he'd always spoken in euphemism, but perhaps he hadn't been euphemistic enough? He decided that he needed to work on that. That would be his next project: to find the perfect way to express his love for Nami, and since he was sure she must love him too (honestly; how could she not?), the natural progression of things was for them to make good on that love, whether it be through touches or kisses or more, right?
Still, a gentleman did not press things.
Nami lay just on the other side of the fire from him, Luffy's hat resting on her stomach. She was considering the possibility of someday selling her story to a publisher and making bank. She wondered how much space this section of her life would take up--"And once, I was stranded on an island for a couple of weeks"? She supposed she'd have to embellish a little in order to sell more copies. She'd ask Usopp about it. He'd know just what to say. Probably something about killer skunks on the island, or something.
She sighed. Surely someone would be along for them any time now.