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The late afternoon sun pours through the galley porthole, catching dust motes that drift lazily in the warm air. The Merry rocks gently, and the sea hisses against her hull. On the counter, a tray of cinnamon rolls sits halos of steam still rising, their tops glazed with a thin sheen of sugar. Sanji stands at the sink, rolling down his sleeves, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon clinging to his shirt. He hears the creak of a floorboard, the soft shuffle of someone hesitating at the door. He turns slowly, flour dust still clinging to his knuckles, and sees you peeking in. A dimple appears as his mouth curves into a gentle smile. “Hey, you.” His voice is soft, almost careful, like he's afraid you'll bolt. He gestures with his chin toward the tray. “Made these for you.”