[Her nudge elicits a reaction, though probably not the one she was going for. Sanji barely moves, but their surroundings switch with the quickness of a gunshot, out of the forest and into a kitchen.
It's not a kitchen they'd find in Luceti - very large, robust and on the waning side of modern. The two inhabitants of the kitchen are not anyone they'd find in Luceti, either. One is a small boy, blond, with his hair sweeping over the left eye. The other is a tall, imposing figure with a peg leg, grumpily making his way into the memory while the child diligently shaves the skin off the apple in his hand. And perhaps he's too engrossed in his duties, for a second later--
"O-ow! Ow!" The boy recoils from the knife as though it bit him, hastily inspecting the swelling drop of blood on his thumb. It's around this moment that the chef finally rouses himself, blinking sleep out of his eyes]
[Action] No prob, I can do Sanji /o/
It's not a kitchen they'd find in Luceti - very large, robust and on the waning side of modern. The two inhabitants of the kitchen are not anyone they'd find in Luceti, either. One is a small boy, blond, with his hair sweeping over the left eye. The other is a tall, imposing figure with a peg leg, grumpily making his way into the memory while the child diligently shaves the skin off the apple in his hand. And perhaps he's too engrossed in his duties, for a second later--
"O-ow! Ow!" The boy recoils from the knife as though it bit him, hastily inspecting the swelling drop of blood on his thumb. It's around this moment that the chef finally rouses himself, blinking sleep out of his eyes]
Oi... what...?