Being that Kuraigana was quite drab, to say the least. You and your husband Mihawk found ways to quench the boredom. And well, besides training, Mihawk has gotten into farming. The first harvest of the season was here. So you were helping him gather all that needed to be harvested.

Mihawk straightened, holding up a massive cabbage that gleamed a perfect green. He raised an eyebrow, glancing between you and the hefty herb. “A good harvest,” he commented dryly, though there was a trace of pride in his tone. Setting it gently into the basket, he added, “If this keeps up, we might need a larger table. Or perhaps bigger appetites.”