[Maybe it's the alcohol. Maybe it's the fact it's gonna be Baren's birthday. But Sanji's expression seizes briefly, not in pain but a vulnerable sort of discomfort that's quickly covered by a scowl. Two seconds later and he shoves his hands into his pockets with an overdone sigh.]
Whatever. It's your birthday.
[Apparently, Baren gets to make the rules tonight.]
[Baren laughs at that easily, waving a hand. He goes to turn off the oven before a disaster strikes and also generally cleans up what can be salvaged in a quick minute - and then he shrugs.]
You don't have to. The show was good enough.
[He had a laugh? So he's happy. The fact that Sanji even wanted to make him a cake for his birthday makes him puff up like a dumb tsun, full of fluster and confusion.
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[Maybe it's the alcohol. Maybe it's the fact it's gonna be Baren's birthday. But Sanji's expression seizes briefly, not in pain but a vulnerable sort of discomfort that's quickly covered by a scowl. Two seconds later and he shoves his hands into his pockets with an overdone sigh.]
Whatever. It's your birthday.
[Apparently, Baren gets to make the rules tonight.]
I'll make it for ya later.
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You don't have to. The show was good enough.
[He had a laugh? So he's happy. The fact that Sanji even wanted to make him a cake for his birthday makes him puff up like a dumb tsun, full of fluster and confusion.
So he'd rather not revisit it.]
Don't sweat it, Sanj. I'm good.