[Ugh, the suuun...Perona winces at the brightness and immediately pops open her parasol, to protect her from the rays. She really isn't used to sunny weather, coming from the Florian Triangle and Kuraigana Island alike. Both places were dismal, dark, and fitting to her preference. Sunshine was nice, of course, but Perona always did like the misty, foggy, gloomy, desolate atmosphere better. Sabaody was bad enough with the memories she has attached to it, but the sun and humidity was just awful.]

...You really are a pirate, Sabo-kun. [Really, eat-and-runs? Tsk, tsk. Whatever - so long as he eats. And hey, pirates are thieves most of the time, there's no denying that.] But I would be glad to make you something. It won't be the best...like others could do, I'm sure, but it should be very good, I think.

[Really, two years' experience, more or less, should be enough, right? She's no Sanji - not even close - but she can make edible food now.]