The sound of sizzling filled the air after Nami placed the seasoned fish on the hot oil in the wok, hastily placing the lid on top before the popping scorching oil reaches her skin, turning the gas stove's knob in mid-low heat. After a minute she flip the fish using tongs, putting down the item, she reached for the window and pushed it open to let the smoke out.

While Nami is cooking; Zoro, is watching her every move. He wasn't surprised when she saw her doing kitchens work again, since she was their first cook and doctor on board, it's just unusual seeing her in a pink apron tied around her, hair in a ponytail. The white, delicate walls as her background don't even make her look like a pirate, I mean they're no ordinary pirate to begin with. But she looks a bit domesticated in this position.

"Zoro, be useful and go set the table." She called out behind her, no doubt sitting on the chair taking on the surrounding. Grabbing the ingredient for the fried rice a d pulls a knife on the drawer, "And put your foot down or I'll let you clean the dishes and table by yourself." She threatened while chopping harshly on the spring onions and garlic into little pieces. She heard a scoff and scratch of a chair then footsteps moving towards her.

Pulling two bowls, chopsticks and glass on the dish rack near her, Zoro set them on the table, moving towards the refrigerator and pulled a pitcher filled with water. An item catches his eyes.

"Oh, you got booze! Oi, Nami I'm gonna drink some." He was about to pull the beverage when a shiver crept on his arms, gazing slowly at the woman who is pointing the knife at his direction with eyes flashing in burning glower.

"You better step away from my alcohol or I swear to god, Zoro." She warned chillingly.

Sweat trailing on his back and he tells himself that he is not scared of this short woman; however, he pushed back the bottle and closed the ref, he's just submitting because he doesn't want another full-blown argument, he thought, not that he's scared.

He'll take a sip later when the witch is sleeping.

While the grumbling swordsman is busy with the table, Nami turns the knob into low heat, clamping on the cooked fish and placing them on a plate, setting it aside; she places the minced garlic and the left-over, digging using her spatula and tossing the rice on the wok, sprinkling some salt then freshly cut spring onions and tossing the rice again.

As the aroma hits him, a loud grumble came into his stomach, "That smells good, hurry up witch I'm starving."

"Alright, alright be a little more patient." Mumbling under her breath, she is this close to shove her wooden spatula down the swordsman's throat.

After more tossing; she turns the gas off and grabs both bowls and serving them fried rice. Placing all the food down the table and sitting down on her chair. "Here, all done."

She saw the man before him, face in awe, grabbing his bowl and chopsticks. Pressing her palms together with eyes closed. "Thank you for the—"

Zoro didn't waste any time and wolfed down his bowl of rice, snatching the fish on the plate using his chopsticks and munching it in half.

"Hey! Slow down! Save me some fish!" Exclaiming as she smacking his head before her.

"Oh, this is really good," he complimented with a mouthful of rice and fish, digging all the rice and ignoring the stinging bump on his head. With a hard gulp, "Ah!" he breathed out.

Nami felt a trail of sweat on her forehead, "You never change, you're just as bad as Luffy," sitting down with a shake on her head, a small smile forming her lip. Grabbing the bowl and picked her chopsticks resting on a hashioki and starts digging her own. "You gotta thank, Sanji-kun for that I made a copy of his notes."

He ignored the statement, because there is no way that's gonna happen, "By the way, where did you steal this ship?" He asked, shoving food in his mouth.

"I didn't steal it. Franky gave it to me years ago as a birthday gift." With narrowed eyes, pointing her chopsticks at him, "Speaking of birthdays," she said with a sweet tone, "where's my gift, Zoro?"

"Well, where's my gift, witch?"

"I already plan something for you don't worry." She replied nonchalantly, "you better think something, Zoro." Smirking as she much her food happily.

Grumbling in annoyance. He asked, "So you sail all across the sea with just your cloud? I think you're doing a great job protecting yourself."

The compliment threw her off a bit, mentally she's happy but she has to object, "Do you have any idea how scary traveling in the middle of the ocean? I almost got caught by marines and pirates!" She said while reminiscing about her encounter with them. "Then I heard that a certain swordsman is just snoozing himself for years and decided that I should tag him along to keep him occupied."

Narrowing his eyes, "You mean 'drag him along?'"

"Please, you can always reject the offer, you know?"

"I did! You didn't even give me a choice!"

"Zoro, if you really didn't want to, you can always fight your way out." She chides, ignoring his point, "And besides, you're here now, the past is in the past."

"Woman, just admit you're scared traveling alone."

"I'm not just scared! I'm terrified! If I died in the middle of the ocean, who's going to find my body?" She shivered at the thought while taking a bite on her food. "Good thing I have Zeus with me, but I still want someone to keep me safe and my ship."

Smirking at her, obviously thought that her explanation is loads of crap.

Noticing his smug face, she pursed her lips, "Don't pull that face on me, Zoro, or I'll beat you up."

He only smirked wider. Not that he was pleased that she needs him for just protection but it's obvious she seeks someone familiar either, he can't blame her for it. Years of being in Wano, it's nice to see someone who's familiar.

"Oi, Nami give me more rice." He demands with hands on the empty bowl stretched over her.

With a throb on her temples, "Serve yourself I'm not your waitress!"

After eating, they cleaned up the table. Zoro washing the dishes and Nami drying them up. They didn't talk for a moment, just enjoying the comfortable silence; the clicking of the utensils are just the sound they heard, passing the wet bowls at her, fingers comfortably touching while the ray of the moon hits the sink. And they miss this, just a small routine in the ship, and what's left is a loud cheering or small conversational sound outside.

They both can't wait to see their crew soon.

Nami gave him a tour after they finished in the kitchen; well, dragged him around the ship in which Zoro complained that he doesn't need one and that leaves Nami sighing in exasperation.

Now, Zoro is resting under her tree, guarding the ship while Nami is in her room. Hours pass and saw the lights through her window darkened, he waited more minutes to make sure she's already asleep.

And quietly entered the kitchen and pulled two bottles of alcohol, smirking as he climbs up at the crow's nest. Taking watch while drinking the night away.

Nami felt her bed dipped and a hand slowly shakes her shoulder awake, opening a bleary eye, pushing her body slightly while pressing her weight on her arms, she raised her knuckle to rub herself awake.

"My turn?" She croaked, still thick in sleep. She heard him grunt, lowering himself on her comforter. Seeing as he's going to sleep on her bed, she pinches his cheeks, "Not in my bed, go sleep on that couch." Gesturing the red loveseat beside her window.

He only groaned, leaning his cheek away in her fingers and shoves his face while sliding his arms under her pillows, already snoozing.

She sighed, pushing her hair away with her fingertips, "You better not drool on my bed, Zoro."

Standing up, she pulled her blanket and draped it over his body, she exits through her door and pulled it close with a quiet click and made her way into the kitchen to make their breakfast.

After eating, she put a cover and leave some breakfast for him. She goes outside and starts her morning routine: cleaning her deck, watering her plants and cutting ripe fruits and store them for later, summoning her partner again to take a look around to see if there's an island or enemy nearby, and checking her surrounding and the air for the upcoming storm just in case.

When she's convinced that it's safe, she sat under her tree, relaxing at the early morning breeze while sewing Zoro's clothes making them look new.

"Nami! I saw an island up ahead!" Zeus announced above her.

Raising her head up, she gave him a smile, "Alright, thank you, Zeus you can rest now."

Pulling her clima-tact and unsummoned him, strapping it on her thigh after that. Continuing her sewing; when she pulled the least thread and bit it for the last hole, folding them neatly and putting her needle and thread in her box, gathering all them up and goes into her room.

As she climbs up to her room, she pushed the door open and saw the sleeping swordsman arms spread and one knee folded up, half of her blanket is on the floor and his once fully covered body is now presenting his toned upper ones, half of his kimono is under his torso, perhaps unconsciously stripping himself half-naked in the middle of the morning.

Shaking her head in annoyance, "if I saw your sweat on my sheet, I'll let you do the laundry." Silently threatened him.

Placing the box on top of her drawer and his clothes below, and moves beside her bed, she dips her knee on the bed and slightly lowered herself, placing a hand on his shoulder slowly nudging him awake.

"Zoro, wake up, there's an island ahead of us."

Muffling a sound onto her pillows, he brooded, "I'm 'wake, I'm awake."

"Good, now get up. Eat your breakfast and let's go buy you some clothes," Smirking as she pulled his body out of her bed, "You better take note, Zoro. Your debt is rising again."

He only let out an incoherent groan.

"And since I know you, you'll probably forget so I'll add it to my list."

"Why do I even need these many clothes?" He opposed at the piling basket beside; arms crossed while he sat on the corner of the room, hooded eyes drawn at her with irritation. Ignoring the gaze she felt on her back, she continuously scan the clothes on the rack.

"I told you; your clothes looked like garbage—"

"Bullshit, you can always patch them up." He points an accusing finger at her. "You're only trying to raise my debt aren't you."

She smothered a snicker with a cough, "No I'm not, that's absurd!" she insisted innocently.

Zoro was about to retort, but she beat him to it. "We need a disguise. If I'm going to draw a map, I need to be safe and not always checking my back. And you need one because I don't want you to draw many people." She emphasizes the letter 'you' as if it drills in his thick skull. Plucking a nearby bucket hat and shove the garments in his direction. "Here, wear this."

The frown on his face deepened but he gave in. He snatched the items from her hands and heads towards the changing room. Closing the door, he began stripping his clothes.

Nami, meanwhile, is now on the women's section, checking all the clothes and their prize, pocketing small items like lipstick and cute keychains. When she's done, she slightly adjusts her cap and sunglasses as she waits patiently for her companion. The doors part in the changing room and he steps out, adjusting the hem of his shirt.

"There, satisfied?"

Nami hummed, inspecting her choice of clothes for him. The hat hides his notorious moss hair, body covered in a dark shirt, with slightly oversized cargo pants. Grinning, she nods her head with approved noise escaped her lips, clearly proud of the choice of clothes.

After paying for the clothes. They strolled around the place, taking note of the restaurant they'll check for later. Hours past and they silently enjoy themselves, Zoro saw a poster on the wall while they walk, stopping on his tracks, eyes tracing and sniggers, "Oi, Nami, I think I know how to pay my debt." He called out as he ripped the paper on to the wall.

Noticing her partner is not on her side, she tilted her head with a brow raised questioningly and step near him. Taking the paper in his hands and read. Relaxed eyes tracing the words suddenly grew like saucers. She aggressively tears the paper into pieces and shrieks, "Hell no! We are not going!"

Darting away from him but it's futile since he already grabs her on the collar and pulls it, wrapping his arms tightly around her lower limbs and lift her on his shoulder like a sack. "We're going, this looks fun."

Shouts, protests and smacking echoed in the town.

Another poster sticks on the wall and it reads:

Welcome, welcome! If you're fearless and want money, come and join us and play our game maze! If you successfully beat it you'll win 300,000 bellies!

But beware, this maze is not an ordinary maze! The location is in the underground where its darks and monsters lurk, if you survive, you'll definitely win the prize; but if not, you're probably dead somewhere in the maze.

Note:

Nami, is definitely screwed in this one.