music was something that he loved, but something sanji didn't really see himself being that good with. it wasn't like cooking, though both were art forms, but seeing as how he was good with his hands, he figured that music could be something he could take to. however, any attempts at playing any kind of instrument were usually fumbled and he couldn't entirely carry a tune, it seemed. sanji hummed, sang sometimes, when he was cooking, but that was usually when he was just too caught up in what he was doing to really pay attention to what was going on outside his little world. he hadn't really figured he'd been musically inclined, instead he got the gift of being able to cook, which was definitely great in its own right. maybe he really could learn here, as the prince had said, sanji was certain that there were a whole slew of individuals that could teach him any number of instruments. peering at the prince, he observed him a moment, thought of him playing the piano and decided that he liked the idea. zoro simply didn't look the part, then again, sanji probably didn't look the part of a man that really loved to cook. he'd learned not to judge based on appearances, his mother taught him that much, so he'd tried not to judge zoro either when they first met. unfortunately, he made it kind of hard to judge him, seeing as how he was gruff and not very personable, plus he was intent on keeping prisoners it seemed. however, it was a lot less like he was trapped these days, though sanji knew he couldn't go anywhere, but it was almost nice. trying to make the most of a bad situation, he supposed. besides, the prince seemed like he was trying as well, and that was nice to see. his smile grew thoughtful as he held the other's arm, and he was unsure if he wanted to comment on what seemed to be an invitation to teach him personally. in the end, sanji was always pretty bold, so he pushed his luck. "perhaps after dinner you'll show me what you know?"
he asked, though it was much less a question, more like a demand posed as a question.
tapping a finger to his lips, sanji figured that a prince wouldn't really be allowed do anything as demeaning as work. not that he saw cooking as a chore, since he loved doing it, but it wouldn't be 'proper' for someone of royal birth to lift a finger in that manner. it was a pompous and arrogant notion, only those born of money would really have an attitude like that, and sanji had not been born in that lifestyle. not that he and his mother were poor or anything, they just weren't sitting pretty in the lap of luxury. they still had to work to support themselves and pay for their home and essentials, but it was never something sanji questioned. frankly, he just didn't take things for granted, ever. he didn't mention his thoughts, as that would be rude, but he could certainly see how living without having to do menial chores like that would turn someone off of the idea. sanji, however, was infatuated with cooking, had been for so long that it just seemed likely he'd be a chef somewhere. he chuckled and tilted his head thoughtfully. "yeah she's great, took care of me all on her own after leaving my father," he commented, but did not extrapolate. he barely remembered his father but what he did remember was a lot of fighting, a lot of yelling and cursing. he could recall the day they left, not under cover of darkness, but midday; his uncles had come to see his mother out, and that was the end of it. they hadn't heard from him in eighteen years and, honestly, they were better for it. he was thankful for the compliment, as sanji strived to be a good person whenever possible. he had his moments of anger and reckless behavior, as evidenced by his attempt to leave, but for the most part, he tried to get to know people, figure them out, and appeal to them. he liked being liked most of all. "thank you, though." he beamed, seemed to stand a little taller with the compliment to both him and his mother.
leaving the other's company he stepped into the kitchen and started buzzing around like a busy bee. however, everything he tried to get into, he was told that it was almost ready, or that his help wasn't required. he still tried to do something, at least until a very animated and very gruff stove as shoving him out the very doors he came through, ordering him to just go sit down and wait, he did enough cooking every day. shoulders bunched and expression that of innocent dejection—including slightly wide blue eyes and a flush on his face—he stood there a moment, trying to figure out just what happened. there was the hint of a pout on his lips as he straightened himself up, fiddling with his tie as he wandered to take his seat at the table. still sporting a blush of embarrassment, he crossed his legs and sat up straight, hands clasped over his knee. "they uh…they told me i should let them handle it and take a break." sanji wasn't opposed to that, but he felt a little strange now, not being able to do anything but sit and wait. it wasn't a long wait, and for that he was thankful, seeing as how it seemed the staff really were close to being done and didn't need his help. not that sanji thought they'd be upset over the fact he wasn't there, this was their jobs after all, and besides, they all looked kind of pleased that sanji and their prince were getting along. when everything was set on the table, he smiled gratefully towards the staff, thanked them, and reached for his napkin. pausing a moment, fork in hand, sanji made a contemplative sound and tilted his head. "would you actually play piano for me? i'd like to learn, but i'm not sure i'm musically inclined."