The conversation continues

“Yes, and for that, I can’t thank you enough, Law!" He grinned, his eyes gleamed pleasantly as he continued finishing his cigarette, “Anytime you want me to whip you up a specialty food, let me know! In exchange, can you exchange my body with Nami-chan agai –“

Sanji didn’t get to finish his words because at that time, a projectile came flying right at him and hit him straight in the head, resulting in a big “Ow!” from him. “Hey!” Nami’s angry voice followed where the projectile came from. The orange-haired woman walked into the dining area, her fiery temper on full display. Her long orange hair cascaded behind her as she stepped in, clothed in nothing but a very revealing bralette and low-waist denim, a sight that left Sanji momentarily stunned even in his groggy state. However, her anger quickly took center stage as she berated Law.

“I heard everything, damn it!” Nami's voice was a mixture of frustration and indignation. She reached for a nearby projectile and threw it yet again at Sanji, hitting him square in the head and knocking him out cold this time. “Law, don’t you dare to do that again! I have had enough experience with Sanji being in my body – enough for a whole lifetime, I tell you!”

“If you cooperate with our plans, there will be no need to do that again, so don’t worry,” Law replied rather impassively. He had hoped it will calm Nami down, but instead, it flared up her temper even more, “What do you mean IF we cooperate? So you will swap our bodies again, won’t you?!” Her temper exploding, she was getting ready to launch another projectile at Law, but at that time, Zoro walked in. He had had a simple request, but upon seeing Sanji **** on the floor, he couldn't resist making a comment.

“Hey cook, give me some food – oh,” he stopped on the doorway once he realized Sanji was on the floor, knocked out cold from the projectile Nami had thrown at him. He paused and looked at the **** Sanji, then at Nami, and finally at Law. “Why is our cook sleeping when he should be serving people? Hey, wake up,” Zoro delivered a swift kick to Sanji, who jolted awake with a mixture of surprise and annoyance.

"Shut up, you moss-head!" Sanji snapped, irritated by the rude awakening. "That's no way to wake up anyone!" Zoro's usual nonchalance was evident as he retorted, "Well, it worked, didn't it?"

Sanji, not one to back down from an argument, shot back, "Don't expect me to cook for you again so soon. You just finished a whole course of food not even an hour ago!" Zoro clicked his tongue in annoyance and muttered under his breath, "Ah… figures. The cook on this ship would rather let the crew die of starvation than feed them."

Sanji couldn't let that comment slide. "What was that, moss-head? You want to say that again, huh?" Sanji’s fists were already balled, signs that he was getting ready for the usual fights that always follow their arguments, but Zoro seemed to be in no mood for it now. The green-haired man poured himself a glass of beer and moved to sit in a corner with Law. He leaned back comfortably and shot a casual glance at Sanji. "Nah, just stating the facts. Anyway – what were you talking about?”

“Sanji-Ya wanted to offer me specialty food in return of me exchanging his body with Nami-san’s again,” said Law truthfully, and Zoro burst out laughing. “Hahahaha! As expected of this pervert!”

“Shut up! It’s none of ya business, moss-head!” Sanji retorted in annoyance, but Zoro didn’t seem to be bothered. Finally deciding to ignore Zoro, Sanji slammed himself back beside Law and lighted his cigarette, deciding to divert his attention from his annoying crewmate by starting a conversation with the Surgeon of ****.