[Tempted to do something dumb like stick his tongue out at being flipped off, but he manages to refrain and just grins instead as he moves to wipe down the counters so he can finally start cooking. He glances up at the comment about Tenka, smile fading, but just looks away again until he realizes something else that makes him pause.]

You passed it on?

[Marches back over to the sink (since now apparently he's got more shitty dishes to wash anyway) and crowds into Zoro's personal space so he can poke him in the chest.]

You telling me you actually had control of a bar and you gave it up? What the hell, marimo? Do you know what I could've done with a place like that? They got food there or is it a drinks only place? Shit, we could've turned it into something really good!

[Ah, but see? There he goes again, getting caught up in long-term job ideas when there's more important things to focus on. He shouldn't be starting up shit that's only going to make him feel more settled in this stupid place.

...Though it would be kind of fun to run a restaurant again.

Damn.

He backs off with a disgruntled look, snatching up one of the glasses so he can clean it.]

Moving fight clubs, huh. It's a miracle you ever find one.