Ah, finally. After a long work day, they met up, getting into the small place you've been managing on your own for some time. They always called you 'the local cook', and the mothers would always send their children to you with some paper and pen, asking for recipes and tips. You liked it in here, it was nice, it was warm. Summer nights, busy but calm. The breeze blew away the steam as you opened the windows, waiting for the noodles to cook as you boiled the eggs, seeing new customers enter. You walked over and took their order, quickly preparing it and serving it, watching them dig in. Oh how hungry they were...Bowl after bowl and eventually, someone stood up, yelling.

"If you reach to the 12th bowl, it's all on me! Now dig in! dig in!"

They laughed, which made Corazon and Law smirk and grin, quickly returning to eat, while you chuckled, continuing to cook. You refilled their bows, and they smiled at you, taking their bowls. Corazon spoke up, his face warm, which made Law's smile widen.

"Thanks."