Zoro was working out in the Crow's Nest. Keeping a steady rhythm,
he pumped his arms up and down as he swung the weights over his
head, then down to his eye level.
Ninety-six. Ninety-seven. Ninety-eight. Ninety-nine.
One hundred.
"Oi, Marimo." Zoro heard the shit-cook call.
One hundred-and-one.
"What do you want, cook?" Zoro kept pumping his arms up, then
down.
"Whaddya want for lunch?" Sanji asked.
"Eh? Since when do you ask me?" Zoro asked.
One hundred-and-two.
"Figured I would, today. Luffy said it's your birthday." Sanji said.
"Well, actually it is. I only told him 'coz he was pestering me about it
earlier."
One hundred-and-three.
"So, what do you want?" Sanji prompted. Zoro put down his weights.
"Um… I dunno. I don't really care what I eat." Zoro shrugged. "You
don't have to go to any trouble."
"Hey, I offered to make you something special, and you don't even
care?" Sanji frowned at him, cigarette dangling from his lip as he lit it.
"Well… I've never really had sushi before." Zoro admitted, and
shrugged again.
"Eh? Never had sushi? But…" Sanji snickered.
"Hn? What?" Zoro narrowed his eyes at him.
"Onigiri."
"Oni as in Demon, Giri as in Slash." Zoro frowned crossly.
"Right."
"Look, it's a bad pun, okay? Complete coincidence."
"A lot of your attacks have shitty puns in them." Sanji snorted.
"Do not!" Zoro growled.
"Nigori Zaké" Sanji said. "Unrefined Saké"
"How'd you know about that one?"
"Heh, you were bragging about your fight with that Kaku guy once to Luffy and Usopp, and I overheard you." Sanji smirked.
"Fine. Two puns. And for the record, I was not bragging!"
"Whatever. There are also several variations on Onigiri. Enbima Yonezu Onigiri. Onigiri with Mayonnaise. What the hell, man?"
"Shut the hell up!"
"And Yaki Onigiri. Grilled Onigiri. Are you freaking drunk when you name your attacks?"
"I don't get drunk."
"Oh, so you're naturally this corny."
Zoro apparently didn't have a response to that. Sanji smirked in triumph.
"I'll make you a sushi platter. Happy Birthday." Sanji said.
"…Marimo."
Zoro chuckled. "Thanks… shitty cook."
Later, at lunch, the Straw Hat Pirates were all seated at the table.
Sanji came out of the kitchen, giving exquisitely made rice and dumplings to Robin and Nami, and meat and boiled herb potatoes to the guys.
In front of Zoro, he laid a platter of Onigiri, both grilled and plain, with a small serving cup of mayonnaise on the side. Next to it, was another small platter with different, colorful types of sushi and sashimi. Everyone laughed, except for Zoro.
"Arigatou." Zoro muttered, flushing deeply.
"And to drink-" Sanji gently placed a bottle on the table.
"Saké. Didn't have the heart to give you crappy, unrefined stuff. So I
just had a little fun with the other puns. As well as some crab sushi. As
in~"
"Gazami Dori. I get it!" Zoro snapped, his face turning darker.
"Itadakimasu." Sanji smiled kindly at him.
"Itadakimasu." Zoro muttered.