someone else? Was this a mistake? An accident?

The flitting thought of poison dancing in the back of his mind, never able to fully be shaken out.

"...Don't tell me what to do." Is what finally bubbles out. But the bowl isn't turned away or rejected.

Things don't need to be amazing, just edible. Nevermind the surprising amount of foods that can solve medical issues. Tasty or otherwise."

back together afterwards.

( Law doesn't look up from his own stomach, fingers raised and gentle as he scans the organ. A light pinch of the air, an attempt to purge his illness just like he had done a decade ago for something far more serious.

It works. In tiny, dust-like clumps forming. )

to sing without much thought. With a flick of wrist, to lop off that reaching hand in the middle of the forearm where Ace's grabby little paw then floats, harmless as ever and unharmed in turn. )

I believe I said to not touch. Play with your hand for a bit if you need something. I'll put you ++

helps to disarm the surgeon's more prickly side the longer he goes.

There's still a high amount of suspicion at the blond on why he agreed to help. But it's not poisoned.

Even if it was, it wouldn't be the first or last time Law would have dealt with that.

"I didn't expect you to be the cook."