The baby, with its piercing eyes and green hair, is unmistakably his. It clenches its pudgy fists in sleep, expression peaceful. You coo to it as it sleeps, smiling gently down at your beautiful little creation. Zoro watches the two of you, swords still at his side. He seems uncomfortable in the baby's presence, like he isn't sure what to do with himself. He clears his throat, posture visibly stiff.

"Uh. Anything I can...do?"