"Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love." George Eliot
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Frisk wanders around the ruins of the castle and hears a melody playing in the distance. She goes to see where the sound is from and finds Brook playing the violin at the roof of the castle. It's gentle and Frisk listens to the music quietly without bothering him. After the music stops, Frisk gives a round of applause with Brook turning around.
"My…! What a wonderful audience! Yohohoho!" - Brook
"Yohohoho! What brings you here young lady?" - Brook
"I just followed where the beautiful music was coming from and arrived here." - Frisk
"My! Well I must continue for my dear audience!" - Brook
Frisk clapped at Brook's new scores! Frisk clapped at Brook's passion! Frisk clapped at Brook moving left and rig-
"Yohohoho! I greatly appreciate your enthusiasm. But, you don't need to flatter me with something as simple as moving left and right. It's a little embarrassing and look how red your hand is from clapping! You're the best audience anyone can ask for." - Brook
"I'm glad to find someone as passionate about music in the crew though!" - Brook
"You know how to use any instruments right?" - Frisk
"That's right!" - Brook
"I think I know what your favorite one is." - Frisk
"Oh really! Do tell me!" - Brook
"A… Trom-bone. Pfft." - Frisk
Ba dum Tss! (Drum sound)
"...YOHOHOHO! Skull joke! That's a funny one! 45 degrees!" - Said Brook as he tilted his body against the wall.
Frisk got on top of Brook's shoulders after they both calmed down from laughing. She opened her mouth while looking at the horizon.
"Do you miss them?" - Frisk
"Yes." - Said Brook without hesitation
"I miss them every single day and have not once forgotten about them. I close my eyes and I can see them all laughing and having fun… Though I don't have any eyes! Yohohoho…" - Brook
"It's hard losing those you love… Brook, would you have still loved them if you knew that this was going to happen?" - Frisk
"That is a difficult question… Though my answer would still be yes. As painful as it might be, I do not regret a single moment I had with all of them…" - Brook
Frisk leaned her head against Brook's Afro
" It would have been nice to get to know your old crew too, Brook." - Frisk
"... I feel the same way Frisk-san, I also wish to have gotten to know those dear to you." - Brook
Frisk opened her eyes widely and turned her head to see Brook. Brook made a bittersweet smile..
"I am sorry to see that you have already experienced loss so young. I'm sure that they meant a lot to you too." - Brook
"..." - Frisk
"The wound is still fresh and painful while we remember them now. However, one day, we'll be able to tell stories in comfort that we knew them. I promise you that." - Brook
Frisk made a small smile with that.
"Thanks Brook… Next time, let's do a duet together once I get a guitar." - Frisk
"Why that would be splendid." - Brook
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Frisk is in the kitchen helping Sanji prepare dinner.
"It's always lovely to have you help out in the kitchen Frisk-san." - Sanji
"No problem, we have a lot of people to feed, right?" - Frisk
Sanji was making dinner not only for their own crew, but also for the Rolling Pirates.
"Yup, it's time to pull out the special." - Sanji
Sanji was sizzling meat on the pan and Frisk was cutting vegetables.
"Hey, Sanji. Who taught you to cook?" - Frisk
Sanji brightened up at the question while he flipped the meat.
"He's an old man named Zeff, he owns a restaurant in the east blue named the Baratie. I owe him my life." - Sanji
Sanji excitedly told about the times he had with Zeff and how he learned to cook over time and how he got in trouble burning food.
"You must care about him dearly." - said Frisk with a small smile.
"Yeah, he got me out of a pretty shitty situation…" - Sanji
"Do you have any other family members?" - Frisk
Sanji paused with the sizzling stopping for a moment. This caused Frisk to look up at him.
"Sanji?" - Frisk
The call snapped Sanji out of thought.
"Ah! Sorry, I was just thinking for a moment there. To answer your question… Zeff is the only person I would call family." - Sanji
"I see… It must be nice… Having a family" - said Frisk with a smile.
Frisk returned back to chopping.
"If I may ask… Frisk-san, do you want a family?" - Sanji
"Hmm… I'm not sure." - Frisk
Sanji let Frisk continue without interruption.
"I know what it's like to love one another. I have those I love. But those are my friends. The closest experience would be someone like Toriel who would take care of me… She took me in, fed me, took care of me… Without any conditions. Ah! Toriel is the one who made me love butterscotch cinnamon you also make it just as well." - Frisk
"Why, I'm honored!" - Sanji
"Anyways… I can say for certain that I love Toriel… But I'm not sure if that kind of love is the same as the one you feel for Zeff…" - Frisk
Frisk frowned a little. Sanji lit up his cigar and blew a puff in the air.
"Well, Frisk-san, I may not know her like you do but I can confidently say that the love you feel for Toriel is the same I feel for Zeff and I bet that she loves you the same way." - Sanji
"How do you know?" - Frisk
"Simple, that's exactly what Zeff did for me." - Sanji
"...!" - Frisk
"You don't have to be related by blood to call one family… All you need is love. So what I'm trying to say is… Maybe you already do have a family, Frisk-san." - Sanji
With that, the kitchen was silent with only the sound of sizzling and chopping filling the room. Sanji gave Frisk time to think while also reflecting on her own thoughts. Shortly after, Frisk and Sanji then finished cooking and started setting the table in the kitchen. Once it was all done, Frisk hugged Sanji with Sanji hugging Frisk back.
"Sanji… Thank you…" - Frisk
"Anytime Mademoiselle. I'm glad that you're relying on us more Frisk-san." - Sanji
Around the corner was Nami and Robin watching the situation with Nami giving a small smile.
"So Sanji-kun can be mature when needed." - Nami
"Fufufu, It's nice to see that Frisk is trusting other's more." - Robin