"THAT is what you came back with?"

"What's wrong with it? Its fruit."

"It's a LIME."

"Limes are fruit, you bastard."

"I thought that you were going to get, I dunno, sexy fruit, or something."

"Sexy fruit." he repeated.

Zoro ignored him.

"I mean, they're all bumpy and weird, and that funky green color. And they're bitter and nasty, not sweet. Why the hell would you pick a lime?"

Sanji jumped up and stood livid beside the bed.

"Some people, Asshole, for some unknown reason that absolutely fucking FREAKS them OUT if they think about it, so they just DON'T, might like that sort of thing. And you know what? It PISSES them off, so you should just shut your goddamn ugly mouth about it!"

Zoro fell silent.

Taking a deep breath to calm down, Sanji sat back down on the edge of the bed. He picked up the lime and a knife from the nightstand, watching the slight flex in the other man's tight stomach as filtered moonlight caught the edge of the sharp blade. The cook said nothing, but filed the reaction away.

Zoro folded his arms casually behind his head, but couldn't quite stop the hiss as the sectioned fruit began its juicy drag down his ruined chest.

"Limes." Zoro muttered as his eyes slipped shut.

"Yeah, well they may be a little hard to take, but they're actually pretty good for you", Sanji replied, as he bent to chase the tartness with the soft edge of his tongue.

"You're so fucking weird."

Sanji smirked as the other man started to pant.

"Tell me about it."

And later, when a sticky happy sleepy swordsman shyly muttered something about sorta liking lemons, Sanji could do nothing else but smile, and smack the fucker on the head.