Perhaps, plain rice.

( On an audacious day, beside clear broth and pickles. But no, this is no time for games or taking advantage of Sanji's considerable, readily exercised skills. A feast spreads long and distinguished before them, the slew of appreciative Senators speaking plainer of its success than mere words might.

Few things endear Lan Wangji more than a true master, set to illustrate his craft. And so, behold an icicle bravely thawing enough to initiate conversation. )

Beware: you serve royalty on this night. ( The sliver, long and lean, of a smile batters his lips. ) King Luffy.

( All hail, all bow. )