Usopp's shoes? Sanji's brow quirked again. While it was a very kind gesture, the sniper's shoes were about the least flattering pair he'd ever seen. It was a matter of whether or not he'd be able to put up with the look for the sake of a stronger attack. It also wouldn't do him any good if the shoe went flying off mid-kick because if they were too large. "I don't know. I suppose I could give them a try."

The next subject threw him off. There were far, far better things to be worried about while they were stuck in this place than whether or not Sanji had a proper place to cook. They were provided with meals, and searching for ingredients at night would only waste time that they could be using for other things (never mind that just reaching the kitchen was difficult). There was no point in getting injured just to grab a few vegetables.

All this ran through Sanji's head as Usopp began laying out plans, yet when the sniper had finished the chef was leaning forward with a somewhat intrigued expression despite himself. "You really think you could make a grill?" Sure it wouldn't take much, but finding something that could get them the right temperature... It wasn't as if they could really start a fire in the middle of a building like that, so a cooking device would definitely be more preferable.

What was he thinking?

The blond appeared a bit flustered. "I-I mean... Surely any materials you would use for that could be put to better use as weaponry, or..."