You were hanging around the kitchen, yourself humming as you read a book that you borrowed from Robin. The smell of dinner filled the air while your captain came running in, his hat onto his straw hat.

Once you flipped the page, you put the bookmark into the book, your hand onto your cheek rested onto the palm of your hand.

While looking at the two, you listened to your captain complain to your cook.

Luffy: “Sanji.. Is it done yet?”

Sanji: “What do you think, Luffy? Does it look done?”