Fics like a little bit odd, a little bit theirs

Owner Zeff is a hard man, but a good one. He guides Patty and Carne into making better dishes than they could have ever imagined, gives them a home above the waves, and makes sure they get to eat, every night. There’s no days off save for errand runs, but Patty is a cook of the sea. He never needed those anyway. But the kid – the fourth member after Carne – he’s… well, as Zeff calls him, he’s an Eggplant. Just nine according to the brat’s determined snarl, he can already cook circles around Patty and Carne when he can reach the counter. He knows what he’s doing, and is quick to correct what he doesn’t know. Patty feels like he should be jealous, but all he can manage to feel is a grudging sort of respect. The kid is damn small, but he can cook. Yet… there’s something off about him, that just doesn’t add up, and that alarms Patty more than anything else. He’s just… weird. Or: Sanji's weird. The Baratie learns not to care For Eternal-Trashfire's request, listed inside due to length.

Fics like a little bit odd, a little bit theirs

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