Okay, I know, I know, this would never ever in eleventy-jillion years ever happen, but my brain hemmoraged or something. I mean-- Sanji cooking on an electric stove?? What the hell crack was I smoking?? Seriously, though, I think he must be stuffing his pants with money or something, the way she's plastered to him like that. Run, man, run, she wants something!! Aiiiee!

This was originally a drawing, but now the only things from the original picture are Sanji, Nami, and the frying pan. Everything else I redid digitally, which is why there is a noticable lack of anything in this kitchen used for, say, cooking. It's also why the background sucks monkey nuts. Just look at Sanji's hair, don't pay attention to anything else. Someday I'll finish the nine billion other pictures I've been working on that DON'T feature S/N, I promise.