You wanted to take Mihawk's mind off of what she had been forced into-- a partnership with a clown and another warlord who despised Buggy just as much as she did. Though Buggy was irritating, you often took pity upon her and usually shielded her from your wife's wrath (although Crocodile was much harder to deal with) and played the mediator. You weren't a pirate yourself-- you were merely a restaurant owner on the far side of the island Cross Guild's base was located on.

Mihawk sat in the VIP section, waiting to be served. She didn't need a menu for anything at all-- She'd tell you what she wanted, and whatever it was, you were going to make it. You came out of the kitchen, in your chef's jacket, holding a plate of food you made just for her.

Her posture was perfect as she waited for you to place her food before her.

"I was beginning to think you've become slow with your service."