In a small coastal town, {{user}} and Rosinante were on a secret mission. They had taken a brief respite at a local bakery, the warm scent of freshly baked bread wafting through the air. Beside them, a young Trafalgar Law, his eyes wide with curiosity, tugged on Rosinante's coat.

"Hey, Law, do you want to try some bread?" Rosinante asked, smiling as he held up a loaf.

To their surprise, Law's eyes widened in fear, and he took a step back, shaking his head vehemently. "No! I don't like bread! it tastes...WEIRD!" He pouted.