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[mikangirl]

[Hmm. Running off half-dressed into the snow, check. Dancing through town in not enough clothin-- oh well, looks like Nami has no sense at any age, experiment or not. Meh. Well. Check.

Have a stuffy, grumpy voice, Luceti. Because she's bored.]

'm glad to see things seem to be settling down. [And that's about enough of that.] Noel, are you busy? [

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[oda_hates_me]

[There's a knock on the door. And then a grinning, blond head sticking in, the smell of warm food wafting through right behind it.

8D]

Nami-saaaan~! Your breakfast!

[And you didn't even have to ask! As if you ever needed to.]

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[mikangirl]

[Y-you don't know how happy she is that she's finally sick at a time when the person in charge of food isn't Brook or Luffy ;; You get the widest smile ever.]

Thank you, Sanji-kun. [For food Sanji, she'll shuffle her way up to sitting instead of her moping sprawl across the bed, smoothing the covers down.]

[Action] /flips right over to a new thread 8|a

[oda_hates_me]

[Sanji is as happy as you. He's tired of hearing these horror stories revolving around Brook and Luffy's cooking.

It's a light breakfast for the most part - fresh fruit and an assortment of tiny, homemade muffins - but as usual it smells delicious. Just imagine what it will taste like.

Once he's done setting it on her bed, he pulls back with a flourished bow]

Will you need anything else, my goddess? [eyebrow raise] Medicine, maybe?

[Action] Fancy seeing you here. |D

[mikangirl]

[Just if you see Luffy sneaking into your kitchen with oranges, Sanji, do us all a favour and kick first, ask questions later 8|

But... this looks so delicious. *_* In fact, let her actually say so.] This looks wonderful. [Appetite actually engaged. She picks up one of those cute little muffins before giving him a sheepish look at that last part.] I think Chopper will probably come and loom over me soon enough.

...although. Richard was just suggesting I try ginger tea. What do you think?

[Voice]

[ledbythewind]

Are you ill, Miss Nami?

[Voice]

[mikangirl]

A little. It's just a cold. [Nothing critical, but ample opportunities for whining about it. |D] I spent too much time out in the snow.

[Voice]

[ledbythewind]

I've found that ginger tea can help with some of the worst symptoms if you drink it at regular intervals. Perhaps you could try that?

[Voice]

[mikangirl]

Ginger..? [She's been told that before, now that she thinks about it.] Thanks, Richard. I'll try it out.

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[tanukipoint]

[Another knock on the door for the sick navigator before Chopper enters, medical bag in tow. Luckily, he seems to have worked his previous medical frustrations out - there's only a sheepish smile on his face.]

Feeling any better, Nami?

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[mikangirl]

[It's okay, the smile she gives back is just as sheepish. We were all a little batshit crazy off kilter in the last few days, after all >.>]

I've had better days. But it's just a cold.

[You'll confirm that for her, right Chopper? >>]

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[tanukipoint]

[Ace. He'll just clamber onto the bed next to her and start pulling out all that doctor crap, then!]

A lot of people do get sick this time of year, but you were exposed to more risky situations than normal. [Read: "I'll decide if it's just a cold or not, missy 8|"] Are your feet okay?

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[mikangirl]

They are, actually. They felt a bit sensitive for a while, but-- [She'll reach down to poke at them gently for emphasis. Granted, the whole dancing thing didn't help >_>] --they feel fine now.

[Voice]

[zehahaha]

Zehaha! Sounds like ya got a cold! So what's that like? [Unfortunately for the community at large, idiots can't catch colds.]

[Voice]

[mikangirl]

[...B|]

Annoying.

[Voice]

[sonatas_edge]

... Enjoying yourself? [Look who's sick too. Though, thanks to that stint in your shower, his voice is raspy from pneumonia. And it's all your fault, dammit.]

[Voice]

[mikangirl]

No. [So blunt. And now her mind is clear of being a child or highly inappropriate song and dance, she shifts to squint at him in the journal window.]

...though I think I'm better off than you.

[Voice]

[sonatas_edge]

[He'll just make a noise in response to that. His voice doesn't like him today. Then he squints at the journal.]

Your hair is short again.

[Voice]

[mikangirl]

It's more manageable, short. [Though she sounds thoughtful. If that was her future self, does that mean she's growing it at home? ...or will? Hm.] But I did like it.

...have you seen a doctor?