Sanji wasn't sure he could call the food they served in the cafeteria "real" anything half the time, but it was preferable to the snack they packed them in these paper bags. What were the wrappings these items were in anyway? And what was this bar? You couldn't just squeeze nutrition into bar form and call it food...

He realized that Usopp was talking again, and his expression softened just so as he listened to him. The chef reached over and patted the sniper on the shoulder a couple times before returning that arm to his lap. He just had to keep from getting into an argument on the way home that evening. Then perhaps he'd be able to help the rest of his crew instead of needing it himself.