"Is that so?" Sanji was at once genuinely interested. Discussions of food from other places always got his attention. "I'm a chef that travels the open waters, so I've worked with all sorts of weird ingredients from various islands. Oh, how rude of me." He held out his hand with a somewhat lovesick grin. "I'm Sanji. It's a pleasure."

The woman had to be from some place exotic. It wasn't like he'd never seen pink hair before (you were liable to find anything on the Grand Line), but she just had that look about her.