~ Girl Talk ~

Sanji was eavesdropping outside the women's quarters, hoping to hear some 'girl talk'.

"Period shits are the worst," Nami complained, groaning as she flopped down on her bed.

That... was not what he wanted to hear.

"I know, right?" Robin agreed. "Those peanut-butter and jelly wipes."

Sanji had no idea what that meant. It sounded like something to do with food, but if the conversation was still about periods, then that probably wasn't right...

"Ugh, don't remind me," Nami said. "It's so messy. I can't stand it."

"Especially when you get a clot," Robin added.

"Or a bunch of them at once."

It was at this point that Sanji's brain finally connected the dots and worked out the meaning of that previous comment which he hasn't understood before, and he cringed at the thought.

Sanji had learned his lesson about eavesdropping - private conversations were private for a reason. (Although honestly it wouldn't stop him from trying his luck again at some point in the future.) However, since one of his favorite ladies was having a horrible week, he resolved to help her feel better in the way that he knew best... by making her favorite foods for dinner.

~end~