[A snort. Sanji really hadn't planned on eating anything (though he hadn't been lying about accidentally making way too much; his hands are accustomed to making food for nine).
He also figures he might catch some flak if he turns down the invitation, so.]
Alright. How about...
[The spicy pork, if there's any left of that. He'll steal a fork from somewhere before scooping a modest amount, rolling the flavor over his tongue]
... Tch. Overdid it with the garlic. [A little. It's passable.]
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He also figures he might catch some flak if he turns down the invitation, so.]
Alright. How about...
[The spicy pork, if there's any left of that. He'll steal a fork from somewhere before scooping a modest amount, rolling the flavor over his tongue]
... Tch. Overdid it with the garlic. [A little. It's passable.]