Sanji splashed around happily in the bath while he sat in Nami's lap. Nami and Robin had taken over responsibility of bathing him since Zoro was stuck in the medical room. It's not that Zoro wasn't allowed to bathe, he still bathed nearly every day, it's just that Chopper didn't want him over exerting himself after such a serious injury. Where it's placed is troublesome too. Not only because the initial blow could have killed him easily, but also because even the slightest movement could apparently pop his stitches and send him back to day one of recovery. Nami was sure Zoro was fine to be walking around like usual, but Chopper always liked to be sure that the crew was 100% before sending them back out.

Nami watched Sanji throw handfuls of water to no place in particular and let her head fall back. She stared up at the ceiling but made sure to take not of every little movement that Sanji made, just in case he slipped from her grasp. Suddenly, she felt her hands slip off the toddler and she snapped her head forward to see where in the water he had landed and pull him back up. She gave up on her search quickly though as she noticed that the cook that had been the size of a watermelon not a moment ago was now fully grown and kneeling in the tub, his body was facing towards her but he wasn't looking at her.

He had his arms stretched out and his hands were gripping tightly onto the sides of the tub. His blonder hair was dripping wet and leaning her head down a bit, Nami could see that Sanji had his eyes closed tightly. She expected to see a trickle of blood making its way from his nose but, it never came. He wasn't touching a single part of her body, avoiding every bit of contact he could while confined in the small space of the tub. Sanji lifted his head slowly and opened his eyes, staring at Nami with a very serious and sullen look on his face.

"Sanji… you're back." Nami smiled gently as she reached over to the side of the tub, pulling a towel over and placing it near Sanji's hands.

"…The marimo…" Sanji began but stopped speaking when Nami placed a dainty finger to his lips.

"Sanji-kun, it will be lunch time in about an hour, why don't you go downstairs and help Robin with the preparations?" Sanji nodded and took the towel that was now right next to his hands. He hopped out of the tub and, making sure to face away from Nami, dried off his hair before wrapping the towel around his waist.

"Thank you, Nami-swan." Sanji nodded before walking out of the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Everybody was distracted with their own activities and didn't notice him making his way to the men's bunk to grab a change of clothes. He decided against wearing one of his fancy suits, settling for loose-fitting pair of cargo shorts and a white, short-sleeved button up shirt. He slipped on a pair of sandals and stuffed a pack of cigarettes in his breast pocket. He stuck one of the sticks in between his lips and grabbed his lighter off one of the dressers. He cupped his hand around his cigarette before striking the flame and lighting his it. Sanji took a long, hard drag before letting the smoke pour from his lips.

He pulled the cigarette from his mouth and held it between his fingers, hiding his eyes in the palm of his hand as he held back all the emotions that threatened to spill out. You stupid.. dumbass, moron.. idiot… marimo bastard..

After a while, Sanji exited the bunk room and walked out onto the deck. Everybody was gathered in the center of the lawn, everybody except Zoro and Robin. They all looked at him silently, waiting for him to make the first move, say the first word. They all knew he knew what happened almost a week ago. They all knew that he and Zoro would have to have some pretty intense words after all that's happened between them.

"Hey guys. Great to be back." Sanji smiled widely at the strawhat crew, who burst out into happy cheers at the bright mood he presented them all with. Luffy wrapped his long, rubbery arms around the cook and hugged him tightly, Franky patted him on the back and Usopp began telling stories about all the different things he and the rest of the crew had done while he was, whatever you want to call it. The long nose didn't have to tell him anything, he remembered it all, but it was nice to have everybody happy after everything that happened.

"I'm going to go help Robin with lunch, okay?" Everybody nodded and Sanji could swear he saw Luffy drooling at the mention on Sanji's cooking, so he made his way over to the galley. One he was inside, he saw Robin was leaning over the counter, chopping lettuce fruit into bite sized pieces for a salad while four other hands sprouting from random areas around the kitchen worked on their own tasks. She stopped immediately when she heard the door close, carefully placing all the ingredients on empty spaces in the counter and turning to face Sanji.

"So, Cook-san, what will we be making for our swordsman tonight?" Sanji looked over at the door that lead to the medical room and smiled as he thought up the perfect dish.

"Potato soup."

Robin nodded and turned around, resuming the work on her fruit salad while Sanji tied his apron around his waist and got to cooking. The two worked silently as they prepared their separate meals, Sanji would make notes on what Robin should be adding to the sandwiches and coleslaw she was making while he worked on making iced tea for the crew and a small batch of potato soup.

Robin finished up her food first and put it all on a couple of trays to bring to the crew who had decided to eat outside that day with how beautiful Nami had predicted the weather to be. As she was walking out of the kitchen, she placed a gentle hand on Sanji's shoulder and smiled at him. Sanji nodded and she kissed him on the cheek before making her way out of the galley and to the very hungry crew that awaited her on the grassy lawn of the Sunny.

Sanji plated up the soup and walked over to the door of the medical room. He inhaled deeply and used his free hand to put a cigarette between his lips. He didn't light it, just kept it there to chew on. He reached his hand out to the door knob and then pulled it away again, deciding to knock first, he balled his hand up into a fist and tapped it on the door three times.

"Come in." Sanji steeled himself and slowly, he opened the door.

"Oi, Marimo. Soup's on."