Edgeworth picked up the coat, willing to take it to the room where all the others were being stored himself so as to provide maximum amount of time possible for Sanji to do his culinary magic. He remained in place long enough to catch sight of the knife and silently give it his approval, idly wondering if the blond might let him take a peek at it later--likely not, given how possessive most people were of such things, and if that was the case he would not blame the man. Still, it was nice to see.

"Hm. No smoking in the kitchen, please. However, that door there," he said, pointing to the locked one that led out to the wraparound porch, "Will lead you directly out for whenever you wish to do so, so it's not a particularly large walk."

After that, he left the kitchen to go toss the coat onto the neat little pile where the rest of them lay.