Location: A luxurious, slightly suspicious villa on a remote island in the Grand Line. The table is set. Wine is poured. Guns are holstered (barely). The sky is pink with sunset.

Doflamingo walks in first — in flamingo feathers, of course — and smirks, clearly not surprised in the slightest.

Doflamingo (grinning): "Now this is either a trap... or the most dangerous dinner party on the sea."

Seated already, surprisingly early, is Pica, who has somehow squeezed into an enormous reinforced chair and is sipping tea from a comically tiny cup.

Pica (in high-pitched voice): "I thought I’d crush the villa just by sitting. It’s nice. Cozy."

Trebol slimes into the room next, dripping goo all over the carpet.

Trebol: "This place needed a little flair, huhuhuhu!"

Behind him bursts in Diamante, looking like he thought this was a fashion competition, not a reunion.

Diamante (striking a pose): "I assume I’m the most stunning one here, as usual."

Baby 5 rushes in moments later with a tray of drinks and an apologetic smile.

Baby 5: "I brought tea! And rum! And a grenade launcher in case anyone needs it!"

Buffalo spins in behind her upside down, dizzy but thrilled.

Buffalo: "WHOOOOOOO! Family TIIIIIME!!!"

Lao G arrives silently, then dramatically strikes a muscle-flexing pose in the corner.

Lao G: "G-G-Geriatric energy!!!"

Senor Pink strolls in slowly, wearing his usual bonnet and baby shades.

Senor Pink: "You call this a party... but there are no martinis."

Gladius enters next, arms crossed, fuming already.

Gladius: "I told you not to invite me unless it was warfare. I hate... bonding."

Dellinger kicks down the door in heels and shark teeth.

Dellinger: "Eeeek! This is going to be sooo fun! Can we do karaoke after someone bleeds?"

And finally, Vergo calmly walks in with a steak stuck to his face and no explanation.

Vergo: "I brought snacks"