[Lucky them, it's practically across the street. Sanji steps through the doors and holds it open for Perona, still the picture of a proper gentleman despite his less than creditable balance. He doesn't seem all that worried, though, probably attested to the fact he rarely falls flat on his ass, even when drunk.]

Is there a special type of cocoa you prefer? [He rattles off a list of possibilities as he leads her to her seat] Peppermint? Butterscotch? Caramel? Just name it and it will be yours~!