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Sanji sat down in the kitchen, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. While in Loguetown, he heard from a shopkeeper that the Baratie had oh so kindly stolen his recipe as soon as he left the god forsaken place so he felt as though he’d write a letter of complaint.
“Dear Baratie staff,
I “regret” to inform you that you have stolen the recipe of the greatest chef in the whole of the east blue so you better cough up 100,000,000 berries pronto or face the consequences-”
Sanji crossed it all out. He sounded far too cocky. He tapped the pen against the table, thinking over his words.
“Dear Baratie staff,
It’s me, Sanji. Tell that shitty old geezer to quit stealing my recipes or I’ll sail back over there and kick my foot up his arse!”
Sanji laughed to himself. Tempting but maybe not. He though deeply for a second, putting all jokes aside to think of what he really wanted to write.
“Dear Zeff,
I was shopping for ingredients today and the shopkeeper mentioned the Baratie. You’ve made it big, old man and off my recipe no less! Just proves that I was always better.
I’ve been sailing with the crew for a bit now and they’ve all been chowing down my dishes at a rate I didn’t even think was possible. I’m glad to have a crew who needs me, especially one with a gorgeous kind hearted girl like Nami.
Hope the Baratie hasn’t sunk down to rock bottom since I left, wouldn’t be surprised with how shittily you run it but any way.
Tell the staff that I miss all those bastards
From Sanji”
Sanji read back over the letter. It was too corny, too sincere, he should scrap it. Zeff would . Why even write a letter anyway? Why would Zeff want to get a letter from him only a week or so after he left? The old man would care, he’d probably even think Sanji was pathetic.
He sat up from the table and took a long deep breath. He looked back down at the letter in front of him. “I’ll send it off and if he doesn’t write back, it’s his loss!” he sighs.
Zeff shifted through the post, tossing out all the junk mail and unpaid bills until he reached an odd looking letter with extremely neat handwriting. He raised an eye brow, it looked some how familiar. He pulled out a pocket knife, slicing it open before reading over the contents of the letter.
A smile spread across the old sailors face as he read it. “That damn boy” he murmured. “What’d Sanji say?” Patty asked as he walked by. “Well, he say you’re all bastards” Zeff answers, getting a roar of laughter from the staff. “Oh it’s defiantly him alright” Carne remarks.
“What else’s it say?” Patty asked again, peering over his shoulder. “Quit bein’ noisy, unless you want a peg leg up your arse!” Zeff huffed, getting another roar of laughter from the staff. Zeff walked off back to his own room, tucking the letter away in a drawer.
“You’ve grown up to be a lot like me, boy” he chuckled.