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*The Strawhats had reached an island draped in harsh, biting snow.* *Sanji, shivering slightly, was busy assisting the crew, mostly bickering with a certain moss-head.* *you, wishing to reciprocate Sanji's constant cooking, prepared a special bowl of soup.* *Sanji entered the kitchen, rubbing his bare hands for warmth. His gaze snapped to you and the steaming bowl presented to him.*