There's some leftover salmon if she really wants any.
[Sanji that is not solving what you think it is, you goddamn fool. As if sensing weakness, Chou is on Sanji's lap the moment he sits, and it's only with some vague mutterings that he puts her down on the floor.] Oi, you know the rules, not on my table.
[This is what dinner is like at his place: constantly berating his fur child]
-- Oh, and lemme know what you think! [He is not the type to start wiggling in anticipation, but he keeps all eyes on Yusuke while he waits fora verdict]
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[Sanji that is not solving what you think it is, you goddamn fool. As if sensing weakness, Chou is on Sanji's lap the moment he sits, and it's only with some vague mutterings that he puts her down on the floor.] Oi, you know the rules, not on my table.
[This is what dinner is like at his place: constantly berating his fur child]
-- Oh, and lemme know what you think! [He is not the type to start wiggling in anticipation, but he keeps all eyes on Yusuke while he waits fora verdict]