[ It's nice to be in a busy kitchen again, tending to several things at once while the pressure is on in the dining room. The pace is much different than in the galley or feeding his own crew, so it's easy to get lost in it, going down the mental checklist of what needs refilling and what's ready to go out. Nami being out there helps with a different level of distraction that his meticulous pastries and colorful desserts don't quite sate. Who can refuse an adorable face like hers?

Sanji looks up from his work with a tilt of his head and a smile, considering. Normally, he wouldn't drink while he was doing something so time-consuming, saving it for afterward, but it would certainly help sate the craving for a cigarette until after. They may be at this a bit longer and since he's the only one in the kitchen, there's not really much time to disappear outside. ]

Not usually, but how can I resist such a request? [ He has a few minutes to spare, so he slings the rag he'd been using over his shoulder so he can lean his hip against the table Nami sits at. He waves his hand back and forth in a so-so motion. ]

It's nice to be back in a kitchen like this, but it's not my kitchen, you know? It's not the galley cooking for my crew.