Wolfsbane

Used to lace bait and arrows to kill wolves in ancient Greece.

The party was absolutely howling.

Wolves danced around her, bathed in firelight as they all moved as one in a continuous circle around the bonfire. Two wolves ahead of her, Luffy had one armed wrapped over Usopp's shoulder while the other held meat. Chopper was shaking his little butt right in front of her as he pranced around. She was warmed by the feeling of eyes on her back— the members of the crew that hadn't joined in were watching them all fondly.

"My beautiful rose!" a voice called seconds before her left hand was captured by a familiar blond chef. "Could I have the honour of having your hand for a dance, mademoiselle?"

She laughed and let him pull her away from the bonfire. "I'm all yours, blondie."

"YOU'RE TOO KIND!" Sanji swooned with hearts in his eyes, wiggling his body back and forth for a moment. In a heartbeat, he had transformed back into his suave self and swept her into his arms.

"I don't know if this is the right kind of dance," she pointed out as Sanji held her body close to his. Around them, the beat of the drums pounded quickly— far faster than the pace of Sanji's feet as he led them in a waltz.

"I'm dancing to the beat of our hearts, my love!"

She shook her head with a fondly exasperated laugh. "Sure, sure."

Two hands planting themselves on her hips was the only warning she received before she was being lifted from behind. "Woah!"

"Don't take advantage of the good mood to be a pervert, you shitty cook," grumbled Zoro from below her. He had lifted her clean over his head and out of Sanji's grasp.

Sanji was already seething. "How dare you handle a lady like that, you brute! And I'll have you know, that was totally consensual!"

Seeing Sanji's leg begin to rise to kick the green-haired swordsman, she decided her presence was no longer necessary and elected to make a tidy exit. She quickly dissolved into hundreds of loose flowers in Zoro's grip, scattering over the two arguing boys who continued without a care for the beautiful petals stuck to their hair.

She reformed by the newest member of their crew: the Devil Child herself. She had plucked the drink from Robin's hands even before her petals had finished melding back into her shape. Robin smiled at her arrival, unbothered by the theft of her alcohol.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"I think a lot of things," Robin daintily replied. "You'll have to elaborate, if you're looking for something specific."

She smiled at the woman, responding simply: "Camping, duh," before downing half of Robin's remaining drink. She passed back the bottle with an innocent grin.

"It's quite different from what I'm used to," admitted the dark-haired woman as she accepted her used beverage without blinking. "My line of work has always required stealth."

"You won't find much of that around here," she responded with a small snort, her eyes drifting towards their rambunctious Captain as he looped Nami into joining the bonfire dance. "I've never known the Straw Hats to be the quiet sort."

Robin chuckled lightly at her words. "No, you certainly don't seem that way."

"You get used to it," she advised with a small pat to Robin's knees. "It's best to embrace it, really." She straightened to her full height and offered Robin her hand and a smile. "Dance with us?" She nodded her head towards Sanji and Zoro, the two men still engaged in a heated scrap. "Even those dummies are doing it, so you have to say yes."

"How can I say no to that?" With a smile, Robin took her hand and allowed her to pull her to her feet. "I'd be glad to dance with you, Miss Botanist."

Robin allowed herself to be pulled towards the circling dancers, the heat of the bonfire warming them as the two girls joined the fray. Catching sight of them, Luffy cheered eagerly and tugged them along to join their group of dancers.

Their hands still entwined, Robin looked towards her dance partner with a wondrous smile. "Is it always like this?"

"Nah," she honestly replied. She grinned brightly as she spun Robin around, enjoying the older woman's infectious laughter. "Sometimes, it's even better."