[he will take great delight in impressing her palate later, then, when real food can be had.

Sanji abruptly stops poking and just holds his hand over the surface to see if it's heating, but his voice goes strangely solemn as he responds.]

You won't starve. I promise. I would rather die than let anyone starve.

[he takes a deep drag off the cigarette, straightens up, and moves the pots over to where he's sure he felt something heating up. Soup goes in one, and he gestures to the pot of water to silently compliment her smarts. Yes, boil the water, it's safer that way.]

I can't promise it'll be my best, but it'll fill us up for a full day of exploring.