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"It's great that you finally have a cook," Faye said. She sat on one of the horns of the Going Merry's figurehead while Luffy sat on it's head. That had become the usual for them. Luffy had claimed his seat so she had claimed her own right by his side.

"Hopefully he can keep up with your appetite, though," she added. Luffy laughed softly knowing that Faye was right.

"Faye," he said after a moment, though it sounded more like a question to her.

"Yes, Luffy?" She asked.

"When we get you back in your body, I want to taste your cooking!" Faye's smile grew.

She remembered when she had first told Luffy the story; when she had explained that she wasn't a ghost haunting the hat, but a soul who had been removed from her original body and attached to his straw hat. When she had explained that she just knew her
body was still out there,—she could feel it in her gut—that it was somewhere, waiting for her, he had resolved that he would find it for her. He would free her from practically being trapped so that she could live again. He had promised her that he
would and she was touched by his determination, but she hadn't expected anything to come of it. Neither Roger nor Shanks had been able to progress much in the search of her body, as if it were hidden away beyond human comprehension. Or maybe that
gut feeling that she had was wrong; maybe her body had been destroyed long ago and she had nothing to go back to. Then she would be destined to continue as she was until the hat was fully destroyed, taking her soul along with it.

Roger and Shanks had not been able to find her body but they had been able to find information—mostly, information on the devil fruit that had placed her in the situation that she was currently in. Because of that she knew that even though it had been
decades since she had inhabited her own body, there was still a chance that her body was fine—exactly as she left it, in a coma-like state, not having aged a single day.

She had never expected anything to come of Luffy's promise to her to find her body, but as she learned more about him, as she watched him grow, she knew without a doubt in her mind that if anyone could help her then it would be him. There was just something
about him—when she realized that she had made him promise something to her in return. He wasn't allowed to look for her body, she had told him, until he became king of the pirates. That came first, she had said. That was what took priority.

He had agreed to the promise, though rather reluctantly. He had wanted to become pirate king with her by his side—with her as a pirate just like him on his crew. But if that's not what she wanted, he thought, then he would respect her wishes. She'd still
be there with him, he knew, even if she couldn't physically be there, she'd still be part of his crew.

"My cooking won't be as good as Sanji's," she warned him. Luffy immediately pouted at her response and whined as he pulled the sides of his hat down either side of his head.

"I don't care," he said. "I want to taste it because it's yours." Faye's gaze softened as she looked at the boy. He always had a way of making her feel special even if he didn't have that intention, which she knew, Luffy being Luffy, he didn't.

"Alright. I'll cook for you, but don't have your expectations too high. You know my talent isn't in cooking." Luffy grinned at her comment.

"I know," he said as he removed the straw hat from his head and looked intently down at it as he held it in his hands.

"It'll be nice to be able to make a hat again when I have my body again. It's been so long." Faye had a far off look as she spoke. Nostalgia clouded her eyes as she thought back to her life before all this—before her becoming a pirate, even. When she
lived a simple life with her family making hats of all sorts for her family's little hat shop.

"I want to watch you make another hat like this one!" Exclaimed Luffy.

"That might get boring for you," she said. "You'd have to sit still for quite a long time. There is a lot of weaving involved after all and then the sewing after..." She trailed off.

"I don't care!" He said. "I can do it. I just wanna see how it's made. I wanna see you make it."

'There he goes making me feel special again,' thought Faye.

"Alright," she told him. "I guess you will need a hat after you give back that one to Shanks. It'd be strange seeing you walking around without one." Luffy bounced up and down on his seat with a grin on his face. He was happy that she had agreed
to let him watch; he really was curious to see how it was made—to see how she made it, how she worked. He could only imagine that it was probably something really amazing to watch.

"I can even make one for Ace too if he wants," she said. "Once I have my body again I'll finally be able to meet him properly. That'll be exciting." Luffy had finally stopped his bouncing.

"Yes! It'll be so much fun!"

"I wonder if he'll remember me..." She muttered to herself softly, but Luffy had heard it.

"Of course he will!" He said. "How could anyone ever forget you?"

'This kid...' Faye thought. Always there. Always making her feel special, feel better, feel happy. Once she got her body back, she thought, she would give him a long overdue hug. The biggest, tightest, warmest hug that she has ever given anyone.

She really hoped that once she got her body back, that things wouldn't change between them. She liked this. She liked how close they were. She liked how special this relationship between them felt. And she didn't want to lose that. She'd rather lose her
body, she thought, than lose that. And that was new to her—feeling that way. It was different, for sure. She didn't feel that strongly about maintaining her relationship with Shanks whom she had spent a few more years with than with Luffy; and she
hadn't felt that way about Roger either, though his death did sadden her greatly, whom she had spent more than twice as much time with than she had with Luffy and yet—there was just something about him, she thought. But she wasn't sure what that something
was.