“Nothin’,” Zoro shrugs, purposefully failing to mention how he did the same back in his village when he was a kid.

A sturdy hand pats the blond’s shoulder as Zoro passes by, tone still playfully light and teasing. “Just can’t say ‘m surprised, Cook. That sure suits a pretty boy like you. Heh.”

Zoro smirks in the face of his crewmate’s annoyance, and rests his cheek on a curled fist, still staring.

“Do ya always run around in flower fields when spring comes ‘round?”

( A slightly judgemental look stares at the Cook from behind. )

Despite his grumble of complaint, Zoro slips Wado out from his side and holds her out for Nami to take, scabbard and all.

“What’d’ya need it for.”

( He’s scowling at his twin right back, confused. A quick glance down at the liquor in his hands makes his brow raise in intrigue. )

Huh. Don’t think I drank that much. . .