"It's weird, if you think about it."

That was from Zoro, sprawled out next to him, apparently still awake, which was unusual, since the asshole usually dropped unconscious before his head connected to the pillow after sex.

Considering that the statement was from out of nowhere, since they hadn't actually had any verbal communication with one another in what had to have been hours at this point, Sanji figured that he was under no obligation to respond to the babbling idiot.

"It's just that I thought that it would have been a kink for you."

Apparently, Sanji's lack of participation was simply not enough to stop the conversation from happening.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Having sex with food."

Sanji blinked at him stupidly.

"You, uh…. you wanna fuck food?"

Zoro looked at him blankly for a minute, before his face screwed up in disgust.

"That's fucking gross, you perverted shitty bastard!"

"How am I gross, Asshole? YOU said it!"

"I did not!"

"Yes, you DID, you slow-witted seaweed-head."

"That isn't what I meant!"

"Well, then what did you mean? Please, tell me. I really want to know."

The sarcasm was either ignored or missed completely.

"I meant like having sex with another PERSON, you, I guess," Sanji flipped him off, "and using food. Like, uh, fruit and junk."

"Oh, I see." Sanji raised his eyebrow. "You kinky little fuck."

"Not me! Its your kink!"

"It is NOT!"

"Well, it should be yours is all I'm saying, and could we just shut up and go to sleep?"

"That's fine with me. I have to get up early, anyway, Asshole."

Zoro said nothing, and Sanji could not help the wicked grin from stealing across his face.

"I have to go food shopping. For fruit and junk."