The branches were long and awkward, but nothing Sanji wouldn't be able to manage. Sticking his cigarette in his mouth, he shuffled the weight around until he was holding it in a way that was easy to walk and smoke with. (This was important, after all.)

Closing the door to his room, the chef glanced off down the hallway. "Usopp's room is M33. He'll still be there, right?"

He didn't wait for a response before starting off.