"Kuso-marimo! Shut your face before I stick a foot in it." Sanji slammed one solid heel down on the wooden planking as if to illustrate his point. "It's bad enough I have to have you in here with me while I heat these damned rags up..."
"Not a party for me either," Zoro grunted sourly. He stared down at his feet and swore again.
"Why'd you try and walk across, anyway?" Sanji opened the fridge door and peered inside. His voice was muffled as he poked around, looking for something to make for the girls after dinner. "Angelsan can take care of herself..." he trailed off, his eye sparkling with glee.
"Not my fault," Zoro muttered.
"Wasn't she wonderful!" Sanji crowed. He shut the door with one long leg as he turned about. "I've never seen anyone move that fast!"
The door to the kitchen opened and a pale little face peeked in.
"Except Zoro," Elly murmured. Then, louder, "Oi, Sanji...are those bandages ready? And the water?" Zoro flushed and looked away. He muttered a few choic