[He mulls over her answer with the same intrigue of his youth, that prompted him to seek out fantastical tales of knights and magic. It's part of the reason why he's comfortable with letting the woman take what she wants, so long as it's not a dish made specifically for someone else - this conversation interests him.
Er, that, and she's a lady.
He watches her until one of the waiters darts in with an order, breaking Sanji from his thoughts; they exchange a few words before the other leaves and he's left staring down at a jotted note in his hand.] Onion soup again? [He glances up]
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Er, that, and she's a lady.
He watches her until one of the waiters darts in with an order, breaking Sanji from his thoughts; they exchange a few words before the other leaves and he's left staring down at a jotted note in his hand.] Onion soup again? [He glances up]
Oi, Miss, what did you say your name was?