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"You come from a curious culture, Nami-ya."
The wall was pleasantly warm behind him, sunshine dappling the grass deck of the Sunny even if the last vestiges of chill lingered in the air.
"What do you mean?" Nami asked, righting the last ornaments dangling from the branches of a beautiful fir, securely fastened onto the deck.
"Whenever there's a holiday, you erect an extremely… phallic symbol and dance around it. Usually animals are involved as well in some capacity."
"What do you mean?" Nami asked, seating herself and leaning into Law's warmth. Why men were such walking and talking heaters, she'd never know, but merely be eternally grateful for.
"Pretended ignorance is not cute," said Law with a sniff. "You also eat fifty different varieties of herring and drink snaps. I am not complaining about the food nor the drink," Law said, holding up a hand to forestall the protest he saw clawing its way up Nami's oesophagus. "But you are in desperate need of some different traditions."
"We do not!" Nami blinked. "And we only do it twice a year. Hardly the basis for a total censure of well-established traditions."
"Christmas, midsummer and Easter."
"We do not dance around an Easter pole. Merely a midsummer one."
"I've seen the bonfire pictures. You do dance around stuff. As you do with the tree you've so beautifully decorated."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," said Nami. "And thank you for moving the tree to the Sunny."
"No problem."
"Not with your powers," she said with a snort. "Fine, we dance around something at Easter as well. But it's not a- a phallic symbol, or whatever you implied. And there are no animals involved."
Law merely raised an eyebrow. "What do you call the chocolate rabbits Black Leg-ya keeps making you every year? Or the gigantic chocolate eggs, or-"
"Fine!" Nami conceded. "We might be a bit stuck in our ways. But–" she held up a finger at Law's smirk. "–the bonfire thing is very regional. In general, we do not dance around things during Easter. We just eat herring and drink snaps. And feast on chocolate bunnies."
"Still, two out of three does count, Nami-ya."
"It's just food."
"Which you misuse. No-one should eat that much herring."
"You're not one to talk!" Nami puffed up her cheeks. "You hid a pickle in the tree. It took ages to find it. Sanji was furious, cursing about food waste."
"But you did find it. And Luffy ate it, so no harm done there."
"How did you now Luffy ate it?" An incredulous stare met Nami's thoughtless question. "…sorry, that was stupid of me."
"There's no such thing as stupid questions," said Law, sage wisdom radiating from his voice.
Nami smiled at the easy answer. His time with the Straw Hats had done him good, if his current behaviour (and the reports from Penguin and Shachi) were to be believed.
"Well, if that's the case," she said mischievously, rising and offering the still seated man her hands. "Will you dance around the Christmas tree with me?"
"You did find the pickle, so maybe your year of good fortune starts here," he said as he accepted her offering.
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