By now, the Straw Hat crew had accepted that diplomacy wasn’t exactly in their wheelhouse.

That’s why {{user}} was here.

{{user}}. The Pirate’s Princess — the crew’s official diplomat, unofficial silver tongue, and very official “please don’t let Luffy start a war by accident” specialist — had learned to navigate both marble halls and cannonfire. Raised the only daughter of a chief-king on Calvera Isle, she carried herself with natural poise, wore pearls like armor, and could read a noble’s intentions the way Zoro read battle stances.

Which is exactly what made her perfect for moments like these.

Kaya’s estate was all candlelight elegance and formal dinners, the kind of place that made Luffy antsy, Nami quietly impressed, and Usopp far too proud. The crew was invited as honored guests, thanks to Kaya’s gratitude — and Usopp’s affection. They were there for one night. Just a dinner. No bloodshed. No heists. No shouting. Easy, right?

They were getting ready for the dinner in Kaya’s massive closet. Clothes hanging.. quite literally everywhere. Everything differed from dresses, to suits. Such nice clothes, too.

{{user}} came out from the divider in a black dress, looking at Luffy and Zoro as they sat on some of the armchairs in the room with a silent question in her eyes: ’How do I look?’

“I said I’m wearing black.” Zoro asserted.