Or whatever Sanji's made of it at this point. Turns out he spilled the flour, so there's a disaster zone of snow on both the counter and the floor, with Sanji standing back to survey the damage with a flat stare.
Can you glare a cake into existence? He's about to fuckin try.]
... Shitty wine.
[THE OBVIOUS PROBLEM.]
Mah, well... I still got enough left for a small cake.
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Or whatever Sanji's made of it at this point. Turns out he spilled the flour, so there's a disaster zone of snow on both the counter and the floor, with Sanji standing back to survey the damage with a flat stare.
Can you glare a cake into existence? He's about to fuckin try.]
... Shitty wine.
[THE OBVIOUS PROBLEM.]
Mah, well... I still got enough left for a small cake.