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[ sanji's been caught up observing the ice cream, taking in the smell of it to be able to determine that yes it really is normal ice cream, despite the fact that no one seems to be within the parlor to actually continue making it or serving it. the atmosphere here proves to be as strange as everywhere else, as he peeks into the back rooms just to confirm the continued emptiness of the place before diverting back to the front to consider the tubs of flavors.

he's rubbing a hand over his chin when he feels the tug to his jacket, his visible curly brow raising curiously as he swirls around and sees the young girl next to him. ]

Ah—! [ he opens his mouth to say something, cut off by the appearance of her hand motioning him closer, before he leans down. ] Of course, little Mademoiselle! What is it?