Two

Sanji cursed and chucked his empty lighter into a trashcan in the galley. With a sigh he turned away from the dishes he was just finishing up to where he was steaming milk on the stove. With no lighters left, he leaned in close and lit his cigarette on the burner instead.

The door to the galley blew open with a clatter, and a drenched idiot walked in dripping water everywhere in his wake. Zoro turned back and fought with the door until it closed. The storm was getting worse, but Nami had promised they were better off than they would have been if they'd stayed at the Sea Market.

"Good, you're already cooking." Zoro couldn't have been more wet if he'd jumped head first into the ocean.

As though hearing Sanji's thoughts, the swordsman took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack. He then proceeded to remove the shirt that had been soaked through underneath, and to kick off his boots where they could dry in the corner. Finally comfortably half naked, Zoro slumped down on one of the bar stools and just… dripped there.

Sanji would have yelled at him, but he looked so much like a drowned puppy—his hair all matted about the edges of his face and his nose all wet—that Sanji couldn't draw up the energy to kick him while he was down. Instead, he reached over and picked up the mug he'd already had warmed for his own latte. He filled it with some of the warm double strong coffee he'd already made and slid it across the counter to Zoro.

Zoro lifted the cup with both hands, drinking gingerly before sighing contently. His shoulders relaxed, and the crease between his eyebrows faded away. It made Sanji feel warm inside to see how his cooking had an impact on someone else, even if it was just coffee.

Sanji retrieved a second glass and took the rest of the coffee for himself. He then removed the milk from the stove, and added it to the centre of his own cup. Swaying the small pot back and forth created gentle ripples of white in the brown, he finished the design off by pulling the pot towards himself, and then running a line back through the centre. The result was a flawless Rosetta that even Zeff would have approved of.

With a small, proud smile, he looked up to discover Zoro staring at him with an expression Sanji didn't recognise. It made him pause and stare back. "What?" he asked, defensively.

Zoro didn't seem surprised by the tone. "Why don't you ever draw little pictures in my coffee?"

That was… That wasn't anything he ever expected Zoro to ask. Sanji blinked. "You don't like milk in your coffee."

"How do you know? You've never given me coffee with milk in it."

Sanji stared at Zoro's stupid face. He was still paused with the pot in one hand and his own mug in the other. "Because I know what you like. You like your coffee black and strong enough to put hair on the chest. Not that it's worked out for you so far…"

Zoro didn't rise to the bait. "Yeah, but /how/ do you know?"

Sanji didn't know how to answer that. He just did. He knew how all of them liked their coffee. Robin got a flower, Nami got a heart, and Usopp got a butterfly. Brook drank tea or milk, Franky drank cola, and neither Chopper nor Luffy bothered with coffee.

When Zoro wasn't drinking sake, he drank his coffee black. It was a fact, but Sanji genuinely didn't have an answer for how he'd noticed it without experimenting.

Sanji stared at Zoro then slowly set his own mug down. He reached out to take Zoro's mug away, and Zoro allowed it without a comment.

Sanji tipped the mug and pot together. He drew a neat set of three ferns and sliced a line down each of them, representative of Zoro's swords. He did it fast, without thinking. It was all instinct and years of practiced motions. Then he set the mug on the counter and slid it back to Zoro.

Zoro stared at the design, and the only sound in the room was of the water dripping on the floor. After at least a full minute of staring, Sanji demanded, "Well?"

Zoro still made no move to take the cup, though he did look up at Sanji's face. "I don't want to drink this now," he said simply.

This irritated Sanji to no end. "You're SUCH an ASSHOLE," he chewed at him, eyes lit with a passionate fire. He picked up a knife to threaten Zoro with. "I'll dice you and serve you to Luffy for breakfast!"

Before things could escalate further, the ship jarred like it had been struck with a cannonball. Immediately the pair went from yelling to moving in tandem.