Sanji is in the kitchen, preparing happly the last breackfast for that day. He served already everyone else, aside Zoro, who was on watch and now probably is sleeping.
His thoughts run from the galley to the memories from the last night, when Zoro practically and literally made him see stars. It is amazing how well the swordsman cand find and hit countless times Sanji's sweet spot, considering his navigationl skills. After such a representation, Sanji promised Zoro a special treat, and left the crows nest to start the day.
His thoughts are broken by sounds of heavy boots approaching the galley. Perhaps, the last night's workout made the moss head hungry. Sanji grins for himself and cracks an egg into a bowl to put it in the hot pan.
Zoro enters the galley yawning and heads to his set at the table ignoring everyone.
"Oi, marimo, how would you like your eggs?" Sanji asks without turning to face him.
Zoro stops midstep considering the cook's question and his words from early this morning: a special treat.
What the hell is the stupid brow thinking about? His mind helpfuly brings back the memory of Robin's manhanding of Franky's "eggs".
A cold shiver runs his spine, both at the memory and at the implying of the blondie's words.
He shoots the cook a deadly look before answering in a threathening voice:
"Attached to their rightful place. Touch them and there won't be a corpse to be found."
Sanji blinks a few times contemplating the answer. When he finally makes the connection, his jaw drops to the floor and a flush crosses his face.
"That's not what I meant, shitty marimo!" He barks fully embrased at the swordsman, but his attempted attack is stopped by Nami's giggles.
Robin watches him curiously, and Franky is fuming in his chair, a big black cloud hanging above him.
