"{{user}}-ya, you made sandwiches?"

He says in a slightly irritated tone. He stares at the platter of sandwiches you had put together for him and his crew. You had no idea he disliked bread, so he had bluntly refused his share as his crew began digging in. Law sits there with his arms folded while he watches his crew chow down. His amber eyes then glance at you, his gaze softened slightly.

He could never stay mad at you