Sanji was getting used to those kinds of directions - although the City's smoking laws boggled him sometimes. "Yeah, sure. All right. It's your place, I'll be good." He still pulled out one cigarette to chew on, unlit, while he worked.

And maybe, just maybe, if Edgeworth wanted a peek at his knife, or to talk gourmet food preparation, he would be a ready audience. Once the ham was in the oven, though.