As you float down to the kitchen, sounds of laughter filled the air. Poking your head through the ceiling, seeing Lily laughing while moss head was trying to save, the now, burnt food. The only thing that looked edible was the white rice in the cooker.

Lily halt her laughing and asked him to let her do the cooking. At first, Zoro was worried that she could hurt herself so he was against the idea. After a few minutes of convincing and reasoning, he let the little lady cook the side dishes as he was there keeping supervision on her.

To your and Zoro's surprise, she was a chef in the kitchen. Although she was age 5, now that you think about it, Sanji was the chef at the Baratie restaurant. Guessing that he taught her quite a lot about cooking, she cooked some side dishes that looked very appetizing.

Kabocha Pork Stir Fry

Miso Soup

Omelet Rolls

Zoro was amazed by her talent, the food was perfectly cooked. He praised her hard work and said 'itadakimas', before digging in. After finishing dinner, he started doing the dishes since Lily did most of the cooking.

Finishing up the cleaning, the food that was cooked for the curly brow, was put a desk next to the. Watching as Mosshead was going to a different room, Lily sat sat on the bed next to her injured dad. The memories flooding back, Lily grabbed her head with streams of tears running down.Sitting next to her, you were unable to do anything just watching her cry her eyes out until Zoro return. When he returned with the futons, he dropped them as he sprint over to comfort her, even when she tried not to remember. The memories wouldnt stop, she cried until she passed out. At first, you and marimo panicked but after pulling yourselves together, he but her in the bed with the blond man. 

Laying out his futon, he sighed. Taking a chair to sit next to Sanji, he started replacing his old bandages with new ones. Throwing away the old ones he comes and sits at the exact same place, you were confused, the marimo ran his hands through the curly hair. You blushed, with your hands to your mouth, kinda squealing.But something was making you uncomfortable, why were you squealing? You looking back when hearing  Sanji groan, Moss swiftly pulled his hand back.

As you watch the three over the hours, Zoro soon fell asleep after he started nodding off when he was watching the blond. What stood out was the fact that Marimo had his hands in curly brow's, although you were perplexed, you payed no mind to it. After a while of you dozing off, Sanji gained consciousness and sat up rubbing his eyes. Noticing a weight on his other hand, he looked down, to see Marimo holding his hands. After pulling his hand back, Zoro replaced his hand before falling into a deep sleep.

You flying around the room to observe the guy, he slowly and carefully got out of bed to see it was almost morning. Noticing the food placed on the table, he read the note placed beside it. From Zoro

It was about Zoro telling about Lily making it and his wishes on him getting better.

"Dang Marimo." he said with a smile.

He took the covers off to see the food,now cold. Eating the food with delight, not wasting a single grain of rice. After finishing his meal, he brought it downstairs, trying to do the dishes despite his injuries. Before Sanji got the chance to,  Mosshead started a conversation:

"Don't push yourself" Sanji stopped in his tracks.

"It's the least I can do" he replied.

" Not with those wounds" he shot before pulling the blond back showing his bandaged arms.

Sanji frowned thinking how weak he was, unable to protect himself, especially with his daughter there to witness it. Spacing out of reality.

"Oi, Sanji" 

"Sanji." He snapped out,

"What" he said as if he fell from the sky.

Zoro sighed, nagging Sanji about him needing his rest and all, until he finally gave in. Until Sanji fell asleep, Zoro left the father-daughter duo to rest while he went outside. Before following Zoro, you look back at Sanji, his eyes still open mumbling:

"The truth does not concern any of you, yet someone always gets involved."

Seeing a tear fall, as your chest grows heavy, confused, trying to hold your tears.