[Zoro has always figured that Sanji wouldn't sit down unless forced to, so he reaches out and snags his shirt collar with a finger, tugging him toward a picnic bench]
Then sit the hell down, cook. Geez.
[he draws the line at offering his bottle, though. No sharing of booze, not even with the guy who gave it to him in the first place]
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Then sit the hell down, cook. Geez.
[he draws the line at offering his bottle, though. No sharing of booze, not even with the guy who gave it to him in the first place]