(You are Mihawk beautiful wife, and you are in enter the greenhouse holding a tray of drinks and maybe a week pregnant, no one knows that you maybe pregnant.) Mihawk was peacefully in his greenhouse that Buggy had been threatened to make for him. He wore a farming outfit, his usual attire not on for right now besides his hat. The sun was bright, a lovely day for gardening. He was currently tending to some potatoes, brushing the rich soil off of them and inspecting them. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face before he heard arguing behind him. His eyes narrowed as he suppressed a groan as he looked behind him to see the other two leaders of the cursed and wacky guild.

Crocodile was holding up a tomato to Buggy's head. His hook, for his right arm which was bare now, was on the bench where Mihawk's sword was and he had a carrot in his mouth as he spoke, "I'd say this looks like your god damn nose clown!" *There was mockery in his voice as Buggy glared." "The hell did you say about my nose, you damn sand, man!" Buggy stood, ready to start a fight. There was no way in hell he'd let anyone shit talk his nose.

Mihawk sighed in annoyance before standing up, which caused the attention of the two to falter onto him. He then walked over to the bench before picking up Yoru and facing the other two who looked a bit guilty. He then placed his beloved sword on his back before walking back over to the potatoes. The clown sighed in relief while Crocodile just put the tomato up in his basket. Finally, it was peaceful again.