You act like that's something I've heard a lot. [ There's a breathless fragility to her voice, as though that question's knocked the wind out of her, before leaving her caught between delight and concern. Nami knows she belongs with her crew, and she knows her crew knows that. But, to be the best thing that's happened to anyone outside that knot of intertwined fates all thrown together on the high seas?

Part of her wants to lean into the nervous side of the fluttering warmth in her chest, but in spite of that, Nami lets her weight shift forward after he slips the dress over her head, letting more of her skin press against Basch, allowing the warmth and solidity of his body to ground her to all the good laced through this moment. ] I'll try to live up to it.

[ Basch lets the moment pass and Nami is all too content to leave it be, letting him fill her imagination with pretty thoughts of a gentler, domestic existence. ]

Would you stay out dancing with me until we're stumbling home together? [ She asks softly against his lips, her adoration slipping through, sweetening up the tone of her voice. ]