[He made these for Jae-Ha's breakfast, so Sanji won't eat any dumplings past his first (though he will admit how good they taste). Besides, the cooking session did what it was supposed to do - the younger boy still has it in him to smile, relaxed and hopeful, mood that much more improved by the company. After they clean up and sneak the food back to their room, he'll go to bed without any fuss, curled up by Jae-Ha's side like always.
And when the morning comes, Sanji dresses in fresh robes and pauses long enough to promise Jae-Ha he'll be back shortly. It's just breakfast, so it won't take long. Father prefers he eats quickly and leaves, anyway.
... Except the hours keep passing, from morning to noon, and then into evening if Jae-Ha waits. If he prefers to be the sneaking sort, it will be a valiant, yet effortless search. Sanji nowhere to be found - not his father's study, or the kitchen, or out in the gardens. All that's left are whispers of his name as the day continues on. Hushed voices talk amongst themselves, and then the voices turn to cries and pandemonium as the news pours in.
The third son of Judge Vinsmoke, Sanji: deceased.]
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And when the morning comes, Sanji dresses in fresh robes and pauses long enough to promise Jae-Ha he'll be back shortly. It's just breakfast, so it won't take long. Father prefers he eats quickly and leaves, anyway.
... Except the hours keep passing, from morning to noon, and then into evening if Jae-Ha waits. If he prefers to be the sneaking sort, it will be a valiant, yet effortless search. Sanji nowhere to be found - not his father's study, or the kitchen, or out in the gardens. All that's left are whispers of his name as the day continues on. Hushed voices talk amongst themselves, and then the voices turn to cries and pandemonium as the news pours in.
The third son of Judge Vinsmoke, Sanji: deceased.]