Not the owner, not making money, not looking for a suit.
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23. candy
It took a large amount of sunshine before everything was dry again. The two of them and Luffy's hat lay on the beach, feeling inexplicably exhausted. The storm had been an adrenaline rush of the worst kind, and now it felt like they'd run a marathon while they were hunkered down in that pitiful shelter.
"Lost the fishing spear," said Nami without moving, "and my calendar stick. Plus of course the fire went out and it'll be hard to get another one going for a while."
"Candy," said Sanji
"What?"
"Think of candy," he said, still not making much sense to Nami.
"Why?"
"Because... it's candy." It seemed obvious to Sanji. "My favorite... is..." he paused. "Cocoa and rum truffles. With or without nuts." None of that dime store sugar and glue crap for him.
Nami thought considerably and at length. "Kisses," she said finally.
Sanji was on his feet in the blink of an eye. "Yes?"
"Chocolate ones."
He was back in the sand. "Ah."
"Tiny chocolate kisses," said Nami, with certainty, nodding to herself. She was surprised to find that for some strange reason, she did feel somewhat better just thinking about it.
Sanji resolved to, at the next inhabited island they got to, buy Nami a hundred--no, a million chocolate kisses.