[Sanji knows he made enough, he made what borders on too much honestly, and when he sees Luffy's mouth stretch over a tray that Sanji couldn't hold easily with both arms spread out he still wonders if it's possible that he miscalculated how much to cook.] How many of them actually made it here? No. Never mind. Don't tell me. I don't want to know.

[Once comfortably seated, Sanji pours himself another glass of wine, to go with the hodgepodge of food he managed to snag, the tray pushed to between them so they can both grab things off of it. It's not all for him, after all. He eyes what's closest to him, within easy reach, to see his prospective snacks.

Mmm, onigiri, cured meat, and stuffed fish. What a combo.

Whatever. He knows it all tastes good. So if nothing else, it's an issue of eating it separately and enjoying the fact that he managed to get a pretty good spread despite more than one Luffy and Ace within view.

Sanji rolls his eyes at Zoro's comment, but there's really nothing behind it. He's too busy stuffing his face with what might be the best onigiri he's ever made. Sanji is consistently skilled, but sometimes he manages to do better than even his standards would normally allow depending on the ingredients available. And this mess of a place they're in at least pulls together some of the best food he's managed to try. There's that going for it, if nothing else.

Chew. Swallow. Drink of wine. Continue.] I should have left you to fend for yourself.