- planned for the first meal of the day - breakfasts onigiri.

- cooker and turned on the oven top.

His crew. His family. He adored them dearly and was happy to be able to still have his quiet morning to get food ready.

Pulling the ham and cheese from the refrigerator, he placed them in the frying pan with oil and spices, getting it ready for what he had -

- what she was working on as he moved closer. It didn’t seem like she wasn’t busy, which made him feel awful if he had messed it up.

“I do hope I’m not interrupting…I um…” he paused, sighing as he moved to sit in a chair nearby. “I was hoping we could talk, about things.”

When he heard her answer, he pushed open the door and headed inside, carefully shutting it behind him. His gaze wandered until it settled on her, soft with worry hidden away in those cerulean blues. Surely she didn’t hate him too badly if she was willing to have him there.

He glanced down at -

- that. So it was with a heavy heart and worried mind that he headed over to her cabin, lifting his hand to knock on her door.

“Nami? Are you busy?”

- on being there. He was sure he could never repay them for their support and love.

What he worried about though, coming out the other side of everything, was its effect on his relationship with Nami. She had trusted him, even when he was swooning, and he feared the situation put a whole in -

- though he knew in his mind that the Strawhats loved him, seeing them come for him truly showed how deep that love ran. It spoke to his heart, the place that had felt loneliest. He had left to protect them and take care of business himself, not wanting them to be harmed and yet they insisted -

- a home he had never really had before. Of course the Baratie had given him a solid place to stay, a job, a purpose, and a family of sorts. They meant the world to him, Zeff especially. After all, the man had raised him as his own, giving him a father figure where he’d never had one before.

Even -

DOES HE EVEN KNOW WHAT THE GALLEY IS?!