"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.
