[The comment actually gets a good bark of laughter out of Perona, as she goes back to cooking, imagining such a picture rather well in her mind. Oh my go--he'd be electrocuted constantly, aaahahahaha! That's wonderful. She looks over her shoulder as she speaks and cooks, smirking back at the chef.]

Horohorohoro! If you go through with it, please let me know how effective it is. I'd be very interested. Though if you shock him too much, that may be more work for me. [A few more minutes and it's finally ready. Perona snatches up Sanji's plate and places the finishing touches on his meal (grilled chicken with spinach and melted mozzarella - and a side of boiled and seasoned potatoes) then finally sets it down in front of him.]

Would you like any wine, Mr. Cook? Or something stronger?