[He remembers being pushed down oily traps, getting yelled at and bullied and extorted into helping out against his will. All the horrible indignities he suffered at her hands, big and small and sometimes-booger-shaped. Nami sailing away with the Going Merry in the middle of a crisis.

Then it came, unbidden, the image of her that day. He and Sanji crumpled at Arlong's feet, Nami looking out at everyone and saying...

So... did we get along? Hah, what a question.] I don't think it matters. You'll find out eventually, right? [Zoro's lazy half-lidded eyes bellied the deeper thoughts swirling around inside of him. He nurses his drink with the calm air of a man with no regrets and he lifts it to toast Nami, if only for the buried sentimentality hidden there.] Kanpai.

[He downs his drink and then he's back, all sharp edges and thick skin again. Kuma prickles at the back of his head but he'd promised himself he wouldn't let it weigh on him until the two were back to normal. No use getting distracted right when the crew needed him most.] Besides, you were always kind of a witch about everything. Especially money. [He says it with a smile but even that skews a bit as if to say I wonder how much of that is true of you right now, hmm?]