[Hardy's efforts to hold back his sarcasm save him from a very offended lecture on all the unique skills necessary to cook for a crew at sea.
Instead, his little blood display earns Sanji's full attention. The chef stalls his walk to the bar, leans in closer to get a better look at the floating crimson drop. Rather than disappointment or disinterest at Hardy's lack of skill, Sanji's brow furrows in contemplation.]
Can you do that... with anyone's blood? Or just yours?
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Instead, his little blood display earns Sanji's full attention. The chef stalls his walk to the bar, leans in closer to get a better look at the floating crimson drop. Rather than disappointment or disinterest at Hardy's lack of skill, Sanji's brow furrows in contemplation.]
Can you do that... with anyone's blood? Or just yours?