Welcome to the crew, here's your Sanji time.

A little after joining the crew and things calmed down, Luffy had found the shipwright after breakfast one day.

“Has Sanji talked to you yet?”

“No bro, why?” servicing

“Oh…well he should be getting to it soon. He’s really a professional you know so he likes to take notes on likes, dislikes, and taboos.”

Taboos? Oh, like allergies…Franky suspected.

“When you talk to him…it’s best to be honest, Sanji is really really good and eager to please. So if you have any special requests he’ll do whatever you want but you gotta let him know when he talks to you the first time, he doesn’t like talking about this stuff more than once. Usopp still regrets that he was so shy when Sanji asked him.” The huge grin on the captains face implied he hadn’t been at all shy at asking the cook for what he wanted and was properly rewarded.

His respect for the handsome chef increased. He really wanted to take good care of his nakama! Of course…Franky wasn’t surprised, he had seen that passion and spark while the blond was trying to rescue Robin after all, but to have that piercing Blue eye consider him and his preferences gave the cyborg a little thrill. A thrill best to keep to himself until he knew his crew a little better.

The chef obviously preferred the navigators boobs to ‘not so little’ little Franky anyway.

As it turned out Sanji found him that very day an hour or two after dinner while he had been working on a particularly problematic valve that seemed to have it out for him. He hadn’t given Luffys words too much thought though…while it was nice Sanji would ask him about what kind of food he’d want…food just wasn’t all that important or as exciting to him as it was to the captain.

The chef was looking especially attractive as he leaned across the door frame, sucking deeply from his cigarette as he pulled a notebook from the pocket of his suit coat.

“Oi, shitty cyborg…there is a special service I provide to my nakama if you’re interested.” The chefs voice was casual but if Franky didn’t know better, he’d swear Sanji was making a move on him. He chuckled a little for even entertaining the thought.

“Oh yeah, Luffy told me about that.”

Sanji frowned as if he didn’t like hearing that. That Luffy had told him or the chuckle or the combo of both seemed to rub the cook the wrong way, making him unconsciously push off from his suggestive position in the door way.

“Che. Bastard, I told him to let me approach people myself.”

“Oh...he said you’d ask questions so I think he just wanted to give me a chance to think of my answers.” The blue haired man responded quickly with a warm smile…not wanting Luffy to get a beating later because of something he said. Sanji took another drag and relaxed a little with a resigned if not slightly disappointed sigh.

“You,” Sanji paused and resumed the more open, suggestive, and relaxed position he had moved from earlier. He took a deep breath followed by another drag on his smoke. “You’re interested then? You don’t think it’s weird?”

“No…Not at all. I think you’re Super for going the extra mile for your nakama!” The blue haired man struck his “Super!” pose, bringing his massive arms together to complete the blue star tattoo there. “To be included too is an honor!”

“So how do you like things done, then?” The blond breezily asked, ignoring Frankys posturing completely it seemed…but the ship architect could hear the suppressed smile under the words.

Done? Like steak and stuff?

“Well Done, I guess.” Franky considered. While he actually liked medium-rare it took a lot of extra effort for some of his mechanical parts to process the semi-raw meat.

“Of course smart ass…what I mean is do you prefer the Top or the bottom?”

Franky really wasn’t a butcher or food critic so it really didn’t matter to him what cut off the cow it was. Top choice or whatever. Especially when he knew Sanji would make it delicious either way.

“I like both…and it doesn’t really matter right? I know you’d make it super both ways!”

Sanji smirked as he licked the pen tip jotted a note or two down across the pad.

“When you say it like that in front of me I want to blush.”

But, Franky noticed, the cook didn’t.

“Well your skills are tops right? I know how that is! I’m number one in what I do too.”

Sanjis smirk was growing into a full out anticipatory grin as he jotted another note.

“You’re going to be a fun one, I can tell. So any particular techniques you’d like to see me use?”

“Eh? Well I’m a simple guy so whatever you do for Luffy or Zoro is fine…”

“The idiots have their own preferences but I think I get what you’re saying…nothing too elaborate or showy?”

“Ya. You know, don’t strain yourself, whatever stuff you like to do is Super.”

Sanji nodded and wrote another note before snapping the notebook closed with a smile.

“Very considerate…don’t worry I always enjoy myself. In any case, welcome to the crew, I’ll have your time ready in a day or so.” And the chef was slinking away with what Franky had to admit to himself was a very alluring sway and devilishly sexy smile, apparently lost in thought.

“Eh? Time for what?” But further contemplation was postponed as the valve he was working on, began to spurt oil into face. He readied his wrench and vowed to make the wretched thing behave before bedtime.