[Sniff, sniffle, oh, she has to turn around and go toward the kitchen like it's nothing at all, because it's so embarrassing of her to be this teary over something so simple as a dinner. She's missed home's dinners so much, and god knows the draft didn't help things and--]

We should probably get ready! It'll be busy soon, won't it?

[A beat, before she seems to notice something:]

Ah! Sanji-san, there's a weird round light glowing on the kitchen ceiling!

[...

Same ol' same ol'.]