Finishing up his bottle of sake, he looked over the edge of the ship to see Sanji leaving. Huh…so maybe the cook did take his suggestion for getting out.

Hopping down from the side, he tried behind Sanji curiously.

“Weather looks nice out.”

He stole another kiss on his jawline, then on down to his neck, playfully nibbling before nuzzling against his ear.

“Mmmm don’t stay in here all day an’ miss it.”

The corner of his lips curled into a smile, one only reserved from his cook as he squeezed his knee. Tilting his head to lean in toward him, his gaze shifted to the doorway before he placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Ya got a lot to do today?”

Ace waves a and flippantly in a so-so manner. There's manners to swallow first before speaking to avoid talking with his mouth full, "I mean, I'll kinda eat anythin' if ya give it t' me soooo... 's good, honest! Ten outta ten! Would eat again. If that helps ya any on the review."

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The brunette's dumb, little self doesn't put two and two together at what's being offered. It leads to Ace accepting the tray with both hands to claim it all for himself.

Two sandwiches already gone and a third shoved into his maw in contentment, "No kiddin'? 'S good shit, by the way. Kinda fancy."

Ace perks up like a dog hearing a trigger word as hands pause where they've been fussing with the shoe lace on one boot.

Fuck it.

Boots can wait when snacks are being offered.

A finger pushes the brim of his hat up further to peer from under it with a hum, "For me? Don' mind if I do~"

Nodding his head as he gobbled the food down, he scooted a little to make room. If he was gonna get special treatment, he would keep his mouth shut.

Once it was done, he set the chopsticks down and finished off his water, settling one hand on Sanji’s knee. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

like yer eyes.

sounds good. don’t overwork yourself today, got a lotta other days to do that.

Scooting closer to the edge of his seat, gaze on the plate set in front of him. “Looks delicious, cook, thanks.”

Picking up his chopsticks, he grumbled thank you before digging in.

“Good, ‘m starvin’.”

Pressing a kiss to Sanji’s cheek, he pulled away and moved to take a seat at the counter.

“Mornin’. Smells good.”

One hand moved to settle on the cook’s hip as he yawned loudly.

Heavy bootsteps lead him into the kitchen, a low grunt being his good morning. With no one else there, he rested his chin on the cook’s shoulder.