Better than the others... [The "others" being the other members of the crew. The two women, obviously, would have been more preferable to snatch the clothing of, but if it had to be one of the men, Perona's glad it was Sanji. He at least had some class about him. ...Well, most of the time.

Perona smiles, both happy and rather proud of herself. Tea's among the few things she can actually make very well, and she feels a swell of her ego at being praised for it, especially by someone even she considers being culinary-fabulous.]

Ah, do you really think so?! I'm sorry there's nothing else...but you can stay here for as long as you need, Mr. Cook! Until you're better.