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It's a hot day, Sanji walks out of the galley holding two glasses of iced, colorful, and probably alcoholic liquid. He gives Robin her drink first, then rounds the ship all the way over to the lawn deck to give Nami hers. As he's handing the drink to Nami, Zoro speaks up because obviously, if someone's drinking he has to have a drink too too. Damn alcoholic. When Sanji tells him to go fuck himself it escalates.



The Thousand Sunny is approaching a summer island, so the air is hot and wet. Sanji waltzes out of the galley and into the sunlight, two colorful drinks in either of his hands—one purple and one orange, customized to both his favorite ladies' tastes. He disappears for a while, probably to the library where the archeologist spends most of her time, then returns a while later with the purple glass gone. Nami lifts her head, hearing Sanji's approaching footsteps. She's reclined comfortably back on a folding chair, an umbrella protecting her from the blazing sun above. When the cook is halfway towards she coos, “Aw, Sanji~ is that for me?”*
Zoro, leaning nearby against the mast, scowls upon hearing Sanji's name. He whips his head around towards where he knows Nami is sitting and his one good eye immediately locks onto the colorful, iced drink in the cook's elegant hand. Alcohol?