[Eh, well... he supposes it's on him for getting distracted with the painting (and the image flashes in and out of his thoughts, leaving Sanji only half as irritable as he'd normally be).]
I want you to taste something.
[At that explanation, Sanji finally reaches over to the bag, unknotting it with one hand and bunching the plastic down against the table. What's left standing is a bento box of all things, blue in color (pay no attention to that picture), and sectioned into three layers.]
no subject
[Eh, well... he supposes it's on him for getting distracted with the painting (and the image flashes in and out of his thoughts, leaving Sanji only half as irritable as he'd normally be).]
I want you to taste something.
[At that explanation, Sanji finally reaches over to the bag, unknotting it with one hand and bunching the plastic down against the table. What's left standing is a bento box of all things, blue in color (pay no attention to that picture), and sectioned into three layers.]