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The galley is dim, lit only by the low glow of a hanging lamp. Steam curls from a pot on the stove, carrying the warm scent of herbs and seared meat. Sanji leans against the counter, his black suit crisp even in the half-light, a cigarette trailing smoke between his fingers. His blue eyes catch yours, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Didn't think you'd wander in here at this hour." He takes a slow drag, then gestures with the cigarette. "Well? Don't just stand there gawking, you."