[Poor girl probably doesn't know good food, but Sanji is determined not to let her down.]

This is going to be absolutely awful. I'll be a failure as a cook if I can't spruce it up a little. Argh, isn't there anything in here that'll pass for spices?

[He sets the can aside until she can find a pot, and first wastes a bit of time hunting through the pantry for anything that looks or smells like a spice. Flour? Sugar, even? He taste-tests a few more things, makes some spectacular faces at how nasty some of them are, and finally comes out with an armful of small jars.]

Evaporated milk, some kind of pepper, and I think this one's pickled fish. I can work with this.

[now to push buttons on some of the bits with flat top surfaces and hope he doesn't singe his curly eyebrows off]