#( he is giggling 'cos nami kissed his cheek EEEEE )

[diabelskoga]

The navigator had invested in a set of specialty, rare spices —- ones that she didn’t see in the pantry when she’d been completing inventory. Along with it, in a finely wrapped box, was a wooden stand to hold his cookbook open while he used it. “Happy birthday, Sanji-kun.” She regarded him with a soft smile, and a sweet kiss to his cheek. “I hope you like your gifts!”

birthday asks. ( accepting! )

❝ Nami-san! Oh, you shouldn't have. ❞ He said, his ocean blue eyes resting on the finely wrapped box. Rare spices, and now opening the wrapped box, mentally complimenting Nami's wrapping skills. ( He did not want to break up the wrapping she meticulously done. He adored her caring heart! ) With the rare spices, Sanji cannot help but think of the many recipes that have been now circling in his brain. The cook-side of him showing subtly, grinning ear-to-ear at the many ways he'll cook for Nami. Then his heart skipped and jumped; a sudden kiss on his cheek. His cheeks burned, blushing. ❝ I love them, and I love this stand! Perfect for me really, so I don't have to look down every time. Namiiiiii-swan! You're amazing, I love you! ❞