[Sanji watches the lost pony with the larger part of his smirk on the mane-covered side, his eyes glittering with mirth and, when he pauses, interest.]

[He clops over to the heavenly-smelling portal, a note of understanding in his voice.]

Nothing like the smell of fresh bread to whet an appetite, and traveling can be wearying on the stomach...

[He blinks to look at Jack, then returns back to admiring the glaze on an arrangement of pastries.]