at this, zoro’s gaze sweeps with an edge. ”and y’think ’m not? i’ll leave yer ass here. that’ll show ya complicated and noo-ants.”

you and yer plans... i’ll put my faith in you then, curls.

zoro rolls her eyes, reluctantly taking the cup. she privately doesn’t see how coffee is supposed to be so much better for her, but takes a sip of it nonetheless. a little too creamy for her taste...

”well yeah, i’m a pirate, shitty cook. pirates like gettin’ drunk.”

”do we keep you around to run yer mouth? quit calling me ugly and get me some food, cook.”

mildly irritated but not offended, the green-haired women shuts her only eye and exhales through her teeth. not her favorite way to wake up...

ya really do complain about everythin’. let your hair down and relax, shitty cook.