alright, you asked for it
even though I don’t actually write fanfiction anymore
(I needed a prompt so I asked a friend and she gave me Polka-dot pasta.. I have honestly no idea what happened)
“This is… most unusual” Robin said as the waiter placed their orders on the table of the small cafe. To her left Usopp picked up a fork and gingerly poked the soggy pasta.
“They must be unto us. This food is definitely poisoned. If we eat it, we will most likely die a most gruesome death and they will hang out limp bodies on display, and it was only thanks to my, Captain Usopp’s great cunning that we can now elude such a devious ta- hey what are you doing!?” the sniper stuttered as Trafalgar Law began eating his own portion of brightly colored poka dotted pasta without paying much attention to its rather unusual appearance.
As Usop went on a hysteric ramble about how they were all going to die, Robin simply raised a questioning eyebrow at the surgeon. Noticing her stare, he paused between bites. “It is a common Dressrosan dish” he explained before gesturing to her own plate. “Eat it before it cools down and the chemicals used for coloring becomes highly toxic.”
Usopp’s rambling made a turn for something maybe even more hysteric, and Ceasar joined in.
“And how do we know it has not already reached a dangerously low temperature?”
“Could it maybe be that you are about to betray us after all?” Robin smiled pleasantly.
“If that was the case, I wouldn’t be eating it myself at the moment.” the surgeon reasoned, finishing up his plate.
“Living on the edge, are we?” the demon child said sweetly. “I can respect that”
Why does it always have to be postcards? In this day and age, why can’t I just sent the man an email or an ask or something?