Sanji let out a dry snort, then smirked. "That's why I do the thinking, Mossbrain," he teased.

Dinner was the usual noisy affair, made all the MORE louder with Kinemon and Momonosuke and Caesar all squabbling and yelling and carrying on with Luffy and Usopp and Chopper and other loud nakama. At least Law was quiet. If abnormally picky. Really... who didn't like BREAD?! At least he was quiet. After dinner, Sanji managed to wrangle Brook into doing the dishes (after a bit of arguing and the threat of a few well-placed kicks). He stepped out onto the lower dock with the excuse of having a smoke, leaning against the wall near the lounge's door. When he was certain no one was looking, he slipped into the room, closing the door behind him and looking for a chair or something - anything - to secure the door with.

Mission accomplished... so far. But damn, if they had to keep doing this for who knows how long? It was going to get frustrating, fast.