Fuck you, mother nature.
Can't wear shorts because bloated.
Can't not eat everything.
So standing and staring out over the ocean to distract myself from asking Sanji-kun to make me something chocolatey. Fat, fat, fat.
"Hey, Nami!"
Luffy rolls over, obviously having just eaten. He looks ridiculously happy. I can't help looking at my own stomach, looking at his, and then comparing the level's of satisfaction with life.
You make a compelling argument, Luffy.
"You okay?"
"Yeah…though, I think I want some chocolate cake."
"THAT SOUNDS AWESOME."
"It does, doesn't it."