[Just arches an eyebrow at him.]

Can't even handle a shitty tie, marimo? Come on, you could deal with a damn button-down, at least, wouldn't be the end of the world.

[Wouldn't look half bad either, not that Sanji would admit that or is even thinking it because he's definitely not.

He pushes away from the counter suddenly, clearing his throat as he walks back across the room so he can check on his steaks.]

Ah, yeah, I didn't text him either. Figured you were more likely to actually check your messages. Tell him to hurry his ass up, food's almost done.