[Aaah, a white wine. He'd insisted she use whatever she had on hand, though being something of a wine connoisseur means Sanji is able to appreciate the attention to detail. He rests his chin on a propped hand and picks up the glass, glancing over the rim.]

Well, the shitty place has come a long way since I took over. [Sanji remembers when Cloud Nine was just a concept, and he the only chef pulling regular hours. Heh... Just thinking of all those crazy months and the ridiculous amount of time and effort he put into the restaurant sets a satisfied curl on his lips.] Doesn't even feel that long...

[But he's getting caught in his thoughts. Sanji blinks, then glances at Perona. There's a moment where he feels disoriented being served like this, and must fight off the urge to fetch the woman a plate. He'll just play it off with a grin] Perona-chan's joining me, right?