[ Likewise, it's only after the waiter brings them more wine, that Nami remembers her glass, pulling it closer to have a sip as she glances over the plates set down in front of each of them.

Reaching for her fork to try a bite, Nami glances up at Scott's words. There's a brief pang of sadness that darkens her gaze, there and gone in a second, before she shakes her head. Sanji was here up until recently, and while she's relieved he's home, the unwitting reminder that she's without her crew is still sobering until she brushes it aside. Which she does in short order, flexing that poker face, unwilling to dwell inwardly and ruin their date. ]

We fish a lot, but, we've got one of the best cooks in the East Blue on our crew. It's always a surprise what he can make. Before him, I did a lot of the cooking, but the guys didn't like it when I charged them for what I made.

[ To which she shrugs. Business is business, after all, and back home Nami's always into the business of affectionately exploiting a crewmate for their cash. ]