Naturally, right in the middle of dinner-prep was precisely when Zoro felt like barging into the galley. At least, that would be his story if asked; really, he was trying to get away from Kin'emon, he'd already had it up to here with the bitching about Shuusui and who it belonged to and he was done entertaining the samurai's dogged pursuit. Best to just go hide somewhere, and the kitchen was always the best place. It had booze, food, and a cook.

Slamming the door behind him, Zoro rested his back against it for a moment just to verify that Sanji was really there. Ah, good. "Booze me. Now."