[Living with a wine addict makes one rather aware of the posh taste and delicacy of wine and its many flavors. Perona's become a bit more knowledgeable about the drink herself, after living with Mihawk for two years...and raiding his wine cellar a few times when he was out... H E H. She's come to learn more about it mostly through him, and from her own poking through texts and guides on cuisine. Just a bit of curiosity that grew into a sort of awareness and appreciation.]

Has it? How long have you been manning the restaurant, Mr. Cook? [She's genuinely curious. He must've...been here a while, then. Possibly a few years. Aaah, that's so strange - not being out on the open sea for so long... At least on Kuraigana, they'd sail for supplies sometimes.] Ah--eh? What? Oh!

[Ffff, she got so caught up in serving him she forgot about herself, whoops. Perona sputters, turning pink all over again, and nods quickly.] Y-Yes, of course! Eh, but don't wait for me, it'll get cold.

[And she put some hard work into that dish, she doesn't want it to go to waste. But Perona will serve herself a plate and take a seat across from Sanji in just a minute or two. Wow, they're...actually having dinner...t-together. Heh.] Please, tell me what you think of it.