A Very Strawhat Christmas
[We're on a boat! More specifically, in a spacious room under the deck, where there is somehow a fireplace to ward off the chill of the freezing weather and snow outside. There's a certain blond, goatee'd chef here carefully setting out boxes, each with a name of them to note which goes to who, and delicious smell of a home-cooked meal wafts from each and every one.
Logically, the girls have the biggest and most special ones, and a particular one, marked only with a Z, looks ready to fall apart, because screw that guy.]
Some of my best work to date!
Oi! I thought you prided yourself in being a chef. At least make it look edible!
Stop your whining and eat. It's the same food as everyone else, someone had to get the crappy box.
(ooc: On the Thousand Sunny (a pretty damn big boat), docked outside Winter Island or some other generic snow-themed place! All Strawhat Pirates encouraged, and anyone else that feels like some adventure also most welcome.)
Logically, the girls have the biggest and most special ones, and a particular one, marked only with a Z, looks ready to fall apart, because screw that guy.]
Some of my best work to date!
Oi! I thought you prided yourself in being a chef. At least make it look edible!
Stop your whining and eat. It's the same food as everyone else, someone had to get the crappy box.
(ooc: On the Thousand Sunny (a pretty damn big boat), docked outside Winter Island or some other generic snow-themed place! All Strawhat Pirates encouraged, and anyone else that feels like some adventure also most welcome.)