Not the owner, not making money, not looking for a suit.
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18. "say ahh..."
"Bellemère made Nojiko and me go to the dentist once every six months, without fail," Nami said. "I hated it. There's something so invasive about somebody else poking around inside your mouth."
Sanji cocked a curled eyebrow.
"He was a nice guy, though," she went on with a small chuckle. "He'd always ask us silly questions, like, 'Are you married yet?' I always told him I was engaged."
"To anyone in particular?" Sanji asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Usually I'd say Gen," she said with a shrug.
"The guy with the pinwheel?" Sanji said, straining to remember.
She nodded.
He decided he had nothing to worry about, then.
"A dentist came to Baratie once," he said after a silence. "I was twelve."
"Oh yeah? How many hundreds of cavities did little Sanji have?" She grinned impishly.
"Don't know," he said with a shrug. "The bastard went, 'Say ahh,' like he was going to try to kiss me or something, and that was more than enough for me. I nailed him in the side of the head. He never came back."