"Don't mind if I do." Sanji tossed his coat somewhere out of the way and immediately rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. Somewhere in one of his parcels was his knife - he only had one, so far, but it was really nice, and a cook lived by his knives. While hunting for it, he asked over his shoulder, "Would you have a fit if I smoked in here? Or should I do like at the restaurant and go out back for a break...?"

He washed his hands first, and got right to work. There was a lot to be done if they were to have such a huge and varied dinner ready by the time people arrived.