Entertainment
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The warning signs hadn't been hard to miss. Chopper had found quick reasons to go do a meticulous inventory of the medicine cabinet and shelves even though he'd done that the previous day, after pretending to lose the list he'd made. Usopp had quickly set himself to climbing up the mast in search of phantom cracks in the wood, waving around a hammer with wild abandon and very nervous laughter. Robin had taken refuge below deck with a book, keeping herself very much out of sight, knowing it would take a truly desperate Nami to track her down.

That left very few people to choose from, really. Nami reflected that she'd have to be more careful about being too obviously bored, the next time. Still… there were a few options left. With a hopeful look she started to prowl the ship once more, in search of one very special person.

It didn't take long to find him, of course. All she had to do was stay above deck and walk around the ship, one more time. And there he was. With a grin of anticipation, Nami crept forward, pondering what new delightful torments she could subject this particular person with.

Luffy was stretched out in the shade, entirely unaware of the impending peril in Nami's expert assessment, his eyes crossed as he tried to stare at something a few inches from his face… and Nami sighed and let her shoulders slump as she realized he was playing that stupid blowing bubbles with his own spit game of his again.

Which meant Luffy would be spectacularly useless on this fine and terribly boring day (moreso than usual) and actually no fun at all for the particular brand of evil Nami wanted to indulge in. She wanted a challenge, something that would make her work for the day's evilness! Not… spit bubbles. With another weary, put-upon sigh, the girl turned around and started to trudge away. A crash from the kitchen followed by a stream of invective cause her to stop, suddenly, and then smile in a slow, crocodilian way.

It seemed as though entertainment had thoughtfully provided itself, after all. With a skip to her step, Nami headed for the kitchen, whistling a merry tune to herself the entire way there.

Once the whistling had faded, Luffy cautiously turned his head, looking out of the corner of his eyes from under the rim of his hat, making sure that the Nami-on-the-prowl had indeed wandered off in search of other, more hapless victims. The renewed screams and shouts from the kitchen (Sanji and Zoro, who else?) along with light, tinkling laughter (Nami, of course) confirmed that she'd indeed found her source of amusement for the day.

Which meant, Luffy knew, that he was quite safe from a Nami intent on exercising new methods of intellectual manipulation upon him.

With a slow grin he crossed his wrists behind his head, heaving a sigh of relief.

Deciding to play stupid when Nami was around, while sometimes tiring, had been such a smart plan, way back when he'd first met her.

Luffy grinned, a fond gleam entering his eyes as he heard her voice innocently egging on the chaos in the kitchen.

Indeed, it had been a plan worthy of the man who was going to be Pirate King one day, really.