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Chapter 7: Sanji (Sandry)
Sanji hummed happily to himself as he opened the oven. Using a towel to protect his precious hands, he pulled out the baking sheet and set it on the stove, tapping the oven closed again with one heel. Fondant Au Chocolat. Rich, moist chocolate cakes with a molten chocolate core… so good they were positively sinful.
Ah, Nami-san, Robin-chan, for you I will make the most sumptuous of banquets! he sighed to himself.
"Considering the other name for those things, I find it both ironic and amusing that you made them."
"Hm?" Sanji turned at the unfamiliar voice, curly brows raised. There was an unfamiliar young woman sitting at the kitchen table. "And who might you be, ojou-san?"
"You could call me an admirer of sorts." she said enigmatically. "Or you could call me a lover of all things sweet and chocolaty. Or you could call me a dilettante in the art of baking." A smile, glancing up through dark lashes behind brass-rimmed spectacles. "But I would prefer if you called me Sandry."
"Well then, Sandry-chan." Sanji chuckled smoothly, sliding one of the hand-sized cakes onto a small plate. "Would you like to try some Fondant Au Chocolat?"
"Do your eyebrows curl?" Sandry countered.
"For once, I am glad I can say 'yes' to that question." Sanji smiled wryly, and set the cake, along with a fork, on the table in front of her. "Would you like some milk to go with that, Sandry-chan?"
"I repeat the former query." Sandry's own smile took on an amused twist.
Sanji chuckled and opened the fridge. As he poured a glass of cold milk for his impromptu guest, he began to wonder where she came from, and how and why she was here. His musings were interrupted, however, when she spoke.
"You know, I didn't really think you'd let me have any of this." Sandry said thoughtfully. "I mean, I'm assuming you made it for Nami-san and Robin-san."
"I did." Sanji agreed. "But I made extra in case our baka-senchou barged in and stole some." He set the glass of milk before her with a smile. "Of course, I'd much rather share it with a beautiful woman like you."
About to take her first bite, Sandry paused. "…you think I'm beautiful?" she asked quietly.
"Of course." Sanji nodded. "You have a very pretty face, Sandry-chan. And a sweet figure." He glanced down at her chest. While not as deliciously buxom as Nami-san or Robin-chan, she was comfortably endowed. Yes, she was a little on the plump side, and yes, she wasn't exactly the ideal of female beauty, but she was pretty enough.
"I know my sister says I'm cute, but I never thought of myself as beautiful." Sandry said. "Thank you, Sanji-kun. You've made me feel good about myself."
"That's what I'm here for." Sanji smiled smoothly at her, leaning over her shoulder to speak intimately into her ear. "Are you going to try the chocolate?"
"Yes. Yes I am." Sandry replied. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't lean over me like that though. It makes me a little nervous."
"Ah, sorry, sorry." Sanji backed up, still smiling.
Sandry dug her fork into the chocolate cake and took a bite. "Mmmm…" she half-sighed, half-moaned. "This is incredible! Still warm, it contrasts nicely with the cold milk, and practically melts in my mouth! Love it!" She began to shovel the cake into her mouth, polishing it off to the point that the plate lacked even a chocolate smear when she was done. Gulping down tha last of her milk, she sighed in satisfaction. "That really lived up to its name."
Sanji, still watching, smiled. Maybe she wasn't as elegant as Robin-chan, or as beautiful as Nami-san, but her enthusiasm over his cooking had its own appeal. And despite that enthusiasm, she hadn't made a mess.
Sandry sighed again and stood up. "I need to apologize, Sanji-kun."
"What for?" Sanji blinked at her, confused.
"For using you. I came here just so I could take advantage of how nice you are to woman to eat this." She nodded at the empty plate. "I have a real weakness for desserts and pastries."
"There's no need to apologize." Sanji assured her. "It's flattering to have a beautiful woman come all this way just for my cooking."
"Speaking of flattering." Sandry said. "Thank you for the complements. They're very nice. Which reminds me!" she said suddenly. "I was planning on telling you that I think you're very handsome, and I love your hair. Also, you make smoking look cool. Unfortunately, I'm allergic to cigarette smoke, or I'd hang out with you longer. Anyway, thanks for everything. I'm really glad I came today." She walked over and hugged him.
Hiiiiii!! Sanji danced around gleefully inside his own head. I got a hug from a pretty girl! He hugged her back, tightly, restraining a squeal of happiness.
"Ack! Can't breathe!" Sandry spluttered.
Immediately Sanji released her, apologizing hastily.
"No, no, it's alright." Sandry assured him. "You give very good hugs." She dusted off the knees of her jeans. "Now then, I need to go. I have things to do, chibis to glomp… you know the drill." She smiled at him.
"Ah, just a minute." Sanji requested. "You said that the Fondant had another name, didn't you?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah." She grinned and beckoned with a finger.
Sanji put his ear close to her mouth so she could whisper into it.
"They're also called 'Chocolate Orgasms'." she murmured wickedly, and vanished.