If nothing else, at least I know Sanji is a man of his word and a good cook, then.

[Not that he had much doubt, but he's quietly satisfied that he's been able to give something to Cloud. Something besides Daan's misery and how he'd lashed out a couple of weeks ago.

He smiles faintly, tracing his fingers over Cloud's palm.]

I would've liked meeting her. [Daan's voice is soft and thoughtful, but sincere.] Do you want to talk about her?