It was a time of celebration, the whitebeard pirates were partying and feasting and dancing. Ace was eating as much food as he physically could as you sat beside him. Occasionally he’d chime in to whatever conversation was going on, but you watched as his eyes grew heavy. His head wavering to stay up before it fell as he knocked out.

Lucky for him he had someone to now catch him when he fell… or keep him from head butting plates when he ate.