"It may not have been the best timing-"
Katakuri cut himself off to lean to one side, dodging the pastry that had been lobbed at his head.
"Not the best?! Are you fucking kidding me?!"
Another pastry came flying at him, but this time he let it hit, burnt-sugar shell shattering against his jacket. Sometimes, she calmed down faster if he let her get a couple in. "I recognize that you were counting on me to defeat him before they regrouped, but we were just talking and I-"
"Just talking, huh? Sure you were. Just talking about how you were going to run off with him and leave your family behind!" She snatched up a couple of pans, flipping them upside down and dumping their fresh-baked contents out before tossing them at him one after the other.
He stood there, taking the barrage without flinching and patiently waiting for an opening to speak. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm not going to leave, I'll just be stepping away from some responsibilities for a while so I can-"
"I won't let that stupid rookie steal my big brother!"
"How'd it go?" Luffy's voice asked, the clash and clang of his crew's dinner in the background.
Katakuri looked down at himself, trying to get a guess for roughly how many full-sized crème brûlées were sliding down his jacket and onto the floor. Six wasn't too bad, considering the record was currently fourteen.
"I think it went well."
