( the point of asking sanji about the floating restaurant is the same as if wanda were doing something mundane and turned on the tv to play an episode of a sitcom that she's seen twenty times over. it keeps her mind busy as she works stitch after stitch with a modicum of confidence. it won't be perfect and seamless, but he won't be going around with a hole in his pants.
she definitely owes him a new pair of pants, though.
as he speaks, too, describes the place, the people in it, pirates, and about this old man 'zeff', the ocean, wanda grazes through his thoughts and unspools images, vivid ones, that come to his mind.
wanda sees, too, a stormy night, pelting rain, feels agonizing hunger and the blistering from the sun's relentless raysβ
his chuckling pulls her out of it, stopping entirely what she's doing. that wasβa lot, and there's a momentary look of distress in her eyes, but sanji seems to calm, so uncomplicated, right now. whatever that was... he made it out, right?
thankfully, her stomach growls just at that very moment, exchanging her distress with embarrassment. )
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she definitely owes him a new pair of pants, though.
as he speaks, too, describes the place, the people in it, pirates, and about this old man 'zeff', the ocean, wanda grazes through his thoughts and unspools images, vivid ones, that come to his mind.
wanda sees, too, a stormy night, pelting rain, feels agonizing hunger and the blistering from the sun's relentless raysβ
his chuckling pulls her out of it, stopping entirely what she's doing. that wasβa lot, and there's a momentary look of distress in her eyes, but sanji seems to calm, so uncomplicated, right now. whatever that was... he made it out, right?
thankfully, her stomach growls just at that very moment, exchanging her distress with embarrassment. )
βI guess... all this talk about food...
( she's hungry, yeah. )