Robin lay idle on the rattan armchair, comfortingly located near the ship's navigator's favourite tangerine trees. She caught the scent of grilled lobster and emitted a soft chuckle, knowing full well that lunch would be a feast, just like the day before. And the ones before that, too. The historian's slender hands reached out for an reading article on the matching rattan table next to her.
The thumping of foot-steps grew from faint tingles to a chaotic scramble.
"You're an Angus! An Angus, I tell you! I'm gonna chop you up and grill you!" the shrill yelling of the navigator was not uncommon aboard the ship. A flurry of green and black scampered away from the kitchen.
"You crazy Holstein! All we did was accidentally knock into you!" Zoro retaliated. His reply fueled the navigator's wrath.
"Help! A Holstein is loose!"
Nami grabbed the nearest object – Sanji – and threw him at the supposedly innocent captain of the ship.
"Shut up, Zebu! Do you know how long I spent on that map? Huh?" Nami retorted, her temper rapidly shooting beyond the charts. She grabbed the crumpled map and flashed it. "Look at this!"
Robin turned from her chair and glanced. She squinted at the piece of paper. And squinted. There was a tiny dot the size of a flea on the corner of the map. She sighed, shaking her head and turning back to the book.
"I'm gonna butcher the lot of you!" Nami yelled. The swordsman and captain stepped back.
"Ahh! Nami-swaaan! Butcher me first!"
"Gyaah!"
As the chaos ensued, Robin turned the page, an amused smile on her visage as she read the description that followed.
"The Holstein is the most commonly used cattle for milk production, due to its high yield and good quality. Meanwhile, the Angus breed is often bred for its marbled meat and its ability to adapt to various conditions and circumstances. Unlike the other two aforementioned, the Zebu specie is a beast of burden used for labour and is not used for culinary purposes."
"Sanji...make me some hot beef buns. And milk." the captain whined. Robin held in the urge to laugh. Oh, how she wished her mind would stop thinking of these strange theories. She noted the lousy pun before getting up to join the others for lunch. She placed the book entitled "Moo Talk" to its original home.
