"Oi, Chopper. That knife's used for bread. You'll want one of these instead."
Doctor Tony Tony gratefully accepted the new utensil and watched closely as Sanji demonstrated the trick to chopping onions without tearing up.
"Watch your hooves, doctor." Robin called out from across the dining space.
"I'll be ok Robin! I've used scalpels to perform surgery!" The tiny deer friend seemed overwhelmingly happy to be surrounded by friends.
Robin and Nami were seated at the table. The cook's favorite ladies each had a cup of hot chocolate to fuel their talk session.
Robin looked at the navigator.
"How long do you reckon we have until we reach shore?"
Nami laid her head on the table.
"It's looking like endless sea right now. There's nothing in the weather or sea that indicates we're near the log pose's target." She looked like she missed solid ground.
"Then there's nothing to do but remain patient I suppose."
Nami yawned. "I'll be back on deck soon… I just needed a little break. Which is why I told Zoro to get in the crow's nest and tell me if anything strange appears."
"Then we're in safe hands."
"Yeah… Until he takes the wheel and tries to steer the damn ship. At worst we'll end up back in the East Blue. At best? We find the One Piece in five damn minutes!"
The two women burst out laughing. Sanji and Chopper glanced over at them, then looked at each other and shrugged. The chef put his hand on the deer's shoulder and began to share his vast wisdom on the mysterious ways of beautiful women.
Robin collected herself and consciously decided to pry.
"You two have been through a lot together. You're the two first members to join the crew, no?"
"Mm." Nami smiled. "It's been a hell of a ride. Luffy, Zoro and I were getting into trouble from the very day I met them."
Robin looked over at Sanji and Chopper, who were deeply invested in a conversation about fridge stocking and nutritional importance for the crew's physiology. They didn't seem to be listening at all, so she took her shot.
"Forgive me for my insatiable curiosity…"
Nami was sipping her cocoa in satisfaction.
"… But has anything ever happened between any of you?"
Nami gulped the drink hard and grimaced.
"You almost made me spit my drink all over you!"
She looked a bit indignant.
Robin used her own facial expression to probe Nami once again.
"No!…"
"NO."
She lowered her voice.
"If you're asking what I think you're asking… Luffy's an overgrown child, and I love him, but I don't think he cares much for the touch of a woman. As for Zoro…"
"…Nah. Too gruff. Not my type."
Nami's pupils shrank as she stared at Robin.
"Wait… WHY are you asking?"
The avian nosed beauty laughed.
Nami lowered her voice even more.
"Don't tell me you're interested in one of them?"
Robin gazed at Nami, bathing her in the signature mystery her eyes cast upon its subjects. After a few seconds trying to phrase herself, she settled on a sentence.
"Let's just call it intrigued."
Nami looked somewhat concerned and confused.
"It's not Luffy is it?" She pressed her crewmate.
"No." Robin responded.
A look of amusement spread on Nami's face.
"I guess the phallic imagery is your thing huh."
"I like a man who can use his mouth effectively." She said matter-of-factly.
Nami pushed her empty cup away from herself while grinning.
"Damn Robin! Keep this up and you're gonna make the whole navy of the world government blush."
"They owe me at least that much." She responded.
"You've got a point there."
Robin smiled at Nami.
"So what is your type?"