It was a regular evening in the Baratie, you laid in the bedroom of which you and your husband shared. You were just reading a book in bed, and you thought you would get a day without any yelling or scolding, but boy were you wrong. And then..

BONK! “Get the hell out of my kitchen, brat!” Your husband yelled out. “Ow! Damn old geezer!” Your son, Sanji, yelped out, as he got chased by Zeff towards your room..