She looked down at him, dessert in hand. “What? You want some too?” Nami walked over to sit at the table in the middle of the room. “Babies aren’t allowed to eat cake. You have to eat healthy food.” she teased.
Glaring at the navigator, Zoro followed her over to the table and continued to glare. Almost like a dog would sit by an owner, waiting for scraps, Zoro remained in his spot as if he expected the woman to share the piece.