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[The lack of Zoro may have only been felt by a select few, but the angry looking child walking around the village proper should be of some interest to anyone just kind of hanging around. Clad in a slightly raggy outfit, leaves sticking out of his hair, he doesn't look like he's had a proper bath in days. But don't worry, folks, moldy green is his natural hair color. Strapped to his back is a familiar white katana; on his face: an equally familiar dark scowl.

If he looks a bit twitchy, forgive him. He's been hiding out in the forest and Luceti hasn't been very kind to him these last few days. He'll just be wandering around town, peering curiously through shop windows and trying to pretend he wasn't lost.

At some point in the day, he's gonna find that he's hungry enough to go ~~begging~~ demanding food at Seventh Heaven ~~or wherever Sanji is at the moment orz~~. Maybe they'll let him chop wood in exchange for a meal. Hmm, hmm.]

((ooc: The boy arrived September 30 so feel free to run into him when/wherever. Replies will be coming from

zorichan this time around. Have at!))

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[Vivi sets the bowl in front of him and takes the plate in exchange.]

What would you like on it? [Assuming she translated his Mouth Fullese correctly. She goes down a mental list of some of the condiments they have available.] Hot sauce? Sugar? Relish? Soy sauce? Barbecue? Something else? We have a lot of different spices, too.

[UHHH.] E'ryphing!

[Because when in doubt... :I]

[...that kind of sounds like a recipe for disaster, Zoro.] I think some of those things might not go well together...

[Well, let's just do this. She deposits her own bowl of rice at her place and then fetches the aforementioned condiments plus a few others, placing them on the table as well.] Use what you like, but don't get carried away.

[With that mild warning, she's off to the counter to make him another sandwich.]

[He takes one good look at Vivi's back, considers her words, then quickly (but quietly!) starts spooning everything onto his rice.

Hopefully by the time she turns back, he'll be finished covering the mess with barbeque sauce.]

[Vivi does return with his plate and new sandwich just as Zoro's finished glooping his barbecue sauce on, which subsequently hides whatever else he might have used.] Here's your sandwich. [And though she doesn't say it aloud, a certain lift of an eyebrow silently reminds him not to bolt it down this time.]

[Vivi returns to her spot, and after a little consideration of the available options, pours a bit of spicy peanut sauce over her rice for flavor. Mixing it in, she takes an experimental bite, and smiles.] It's good! How's yours?

Thanks. [He patiently waits for Vivi to sit back down before picking up his spoon and tipping his rice bowl to face him. Incidentally, his doing so should completely cover Vivi's view of its insides.

Zoro takes a big spoonful of his unholy rice-based concoction, and quickly eats it. He chews, slowly. A beat. And then his mouth twists, his nostrils flare, and he swallows with one rather dramatic grimace.] It's... it's good.

[His tone suggests he'd just vanquished a rather tough and skilled foe.]

[Vivi quirks an eyebrow, trying not to laugh at the look on Zoro's face. Somehow she has a feeling he didn't choose his toppings thoughtfully.]

What did you put on it?

[He glances up at Vivi guiltily.]

Stuff. [>__>]

[...okay, she can't resist having some fun with the little mossball.] "Stuff," eh? Could I try a bite?

...or is it too delicious to share?

[Have some panicky indecisiveness you evil evil princess.]

Umm-! UHH-! N-NO! Make your own! [Face turning bright red, he starts shoveling the evil-tasting rice into his mouth.]

[She can't help it anymore; Vivi laughs, holding up her bowl.] I have my own, see?

[She watches him a little longer with fascinated amusement at the faces he's making, then decides it's time to cut him a break.] It's okay if you don't like it, you know. There's more. [Gesturing vaguely in the direction of the rest of the plain rice on the counter.]