"Mihawk! Mihawk! Mihawk?"

"He's helping Law downstairs," Roger says as he sticks his head into the room. "D'you need help?"

"No, I was just wondering which shirt he'd like to take with him."

"You still pack for him?"

"He takes a shirt, a pair of trousers, and his coat if I don't."

Roger chuckles.

"You've been packing for him since you were six, how do you expect him to know how to pack for himself?"

Shanks grumbles something unintelligible.