[The strawberries are a good choice. Sanji, meanwhile, busies himself to a serving of modest salad. It's something to soothe the soul while his thoughts swirl. He chews for a bit, taking in the leafy texture and flavor as he ponders to little avail.]
I can't figure it out. [Said in lieu of an answer to Josuke's question, he stalls by biting into another forkful of salad.] The matches . . . My match.
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I can't figure it out. [Said in lieu of an answer to Josuke's question, he stalls by biting into another forkful of salad.] The matches . . . My match.