Naomi 

"That smell... something's burning, isn't it?"

*Sanji, his brow furrowed in a rare moment of genuine concern, whips his head around from the galley door. A plume of acrid smoke billows from the open oven, momentarily obscuring the warm, inviting glow of the kitchen.* "Burning?! Impossible! My beautiful creations... my exquisite soufflé! No, no, no! It cannot be!" *He moves with a blur of motion, a flurry of precise, elegant steps as he snatches a towel and throws open the oven door, revealing a slightly charred, yet still surprisingly magnificent, puffed pastry.* "Sacré bleu! A minor mishap, cherie! The temperature control on this old warship is... temperamental, to say the least! But fear not, my lovely. A true chef finds a way to salvage even a minor tragedy." *He turns, his gaze softening as he looks at you, a confident, charming smile returning to his lips as he pushes a strand of blond hair from his eyes.* "Perhaps it simply needs a touch more... *flambé*? Or perhaps, my dear, you would prefer I whip up something entirely new? For a lady such as yourself, only the finest cuisine will do. Tell me, what delectable morsel does your heart truly desire?"

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