I do not own anything within this little box of mine! These are just little didies that come and go with things I observe and the random thoughts that occur(ed), provided of course if I even remember them! This 'story' will be updated whenever inspiration hits me (ideally with something that isn't a baseball bat). As such it is both completed and not...

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Not that there was ill will...

Dinner for Gol Roger

"Oh captain!" Despite Roger's wishes the door to his cabin was pushed open. As much as he loved his crew he still desired privacy... especially when he was having one of his fits. Yet luck was on his side as he was simply in a rare state where he was indoors not so much as to rest and recover in relative dignity but to read a book without interruption. "Buggy and I decided to give the chef a bit of a break and got a meal prepared for you!"

"Hm? What is it?" Roger reluctantly tore his gaze away from the pages of his book and snapped it shut as young Shanks headed toward him with a covered silver tray.

"That's a surprise! Thankfully," he said as he grabbed the handle for the cover, "one you don't have to wait for. We hope you enjoy it! You could say that Buggy thought of this... ahead!"

Roger didn't have the benefit to wonder what that pause was about as Shanks ripped the tray's cover away. No. Sadly for him he was gawking and then screaming in horror at the sight of their other cabin boy's head sitting on the silver platter with an apple stuffed into his mouth. It was perhaps half a minute into his panicking before Buggy spat the apple out and began to laugh at his captain's expense, joined in almost at the exact same time by Shanks. For Roger however it was perhaps a minute or so longer after he had fallen off his chair and clutched at his heart that his mind registered the prank for what it was, that for him to recall Buggy's devil fruit.

"Oh—guh—you! Out! OUT!"

Both were laughing still as the book came flying at them, forcing them to flee just in time for a small barrage of what was conveniently laying around to come their way. Once they were gone and the door slammed shut did Roger groan and permit himself to simply lay on the floor in defeat before a smile crawled onto his face. "Damn rascals," he muttered to himself.

A/N: Admittedly stolen from a webcomic I chanced upon...