Still More Spam

[dethorats]

They were too cute in the morning, she decided. Not like their normal selves at all. Nami watched them, leaning up against the entrance to the kitchen, cup of coffee held in one dangerously slack hand. Luffy was inhaling his cereal, at least that aspect was still the same. But his eyes were still more closed than open and he was uncharacteristically quiet. Zoro puttered around in front of the small stove, a passable omelet cooking in the skillet. Coffee rested in his own hand, mostly untouched. His hair was tousled, as was Luffy's, and both were disturbingly adorable and young-seeming in rumpled pjs. They didn't talk much, which was fine by her. Nami wasn't really ready to face the world until she'd had at least three cups of coffee in her system.

The gas in the stove hissed, tiny bits of egg sizzling in it as they slopped over the frying pat when Zoro flipped the omelet. He yawned, seemingly unconcerned and took a sip of coffee. When his creation was done to his satisfaction, he turned off the heat, slicing the omelet in half in the pan with a quick flick of a knife. Nami blinked; she hadn't even seen him retrieve the utensil and his motion with it was nearly too fast to follow. The now-two omelets were deposited onto the cheap, molded plastic plates with another movement of wrist, before Zoro placed the skillet into the sink. He surprised her then, walking over to her with the yellow plate in hand.

He offered it to her, fork ready and she managed to find enough coordination to take it. Before she could even think about thanking him, her mouth not up to forming words yet, he had turned back to the table. The other bit of omelet, on the red plate, was placed in front of Luffy, who was nodding over his empty cereal bowl. Zoro snagged said bowl, filling it with his own serving of Lucky Charms. With the softness that he didn't typically display in front of Nami or anyone else, he leaned over Luffy, a brief kiss deposited on his temple. When the teen stirred but made no motion towards the food, Zoro pecked him again, this time on the cheek, and ran a hand through already-wild hair.

"Yaaaaahn," Luffy managed to pry his eyes open again and turned to smile muzzily at Zoro. "Mmm, you made omelets. I like omelets."

"I know."

They shared a fond look, and Nami felt strange again, same as last night, and last week, and all the other times she imagined she had intruded into their lives. Until Luffy glanced up and noticed her leaning there, plate in hand.

"Nami, awaaaaahn," he managed her name before the yawn overtook him. "Come sit. Zoro made you an omelet. He makes good omelets. You should eat it before it gets cold."

She tossed a look at the erstwhile chef, and Zoro managed a small twitch of his lips. That was enough, coming from him, for her. The table was small and she bumped knees with both of them as she settled into the rickety chair. Luffy grinned and bumped back, while Zoro just hmphhed, but Nami knew it was his foot rubbing across the top of her own, a rough sort of caress given the callouses. She managed a smile, bestowing it on both of them, before taking a bite of the omelet. It was good, surprisingly, unexpectedly good. Luffy, watching her, laughed at her expression. He bent forward, licking a bit of egg from where it hadn't quite made it past her lips into her mouth. Then moved forward even more, kissing her lightly before bouncing back into his chair.

"Zoro doesn't make omelets that often. We're lucky today."

Nami nodded her head fervently. This was much better than the dry, stale, untoasted english muffin she usually choked down. Across the table, Zoro almost smiled, but managed to rein it in to a small grin. He munched happily on his Lucky Charms and watched as his omelet quickly vanished. When it was gone, Luffy sprang from his chair, his usual abundant energy finally making an appearance. Plate in hand, he headed for the sink, with one small pause.

"Thanks Zoro." And he kissed the quiet man. French-style, apparently, for when he stuck his tongue out at Nami mischeviously, there was a purple horseshoe marshmallow resting on the tip. And with that he deposited his plate in the sink with a clatter and bounded out of the kitchen. Nami considered for a minute, as she rose with her own plate in hand. Then she, too, approached the weirdly-good-at-making omelets green-haired man.

"Thank you." She restrained from Luffy's more exuberant kiss, but Zoro's lips still tasted sweet from the cereal on her tongue as she swiped it quickly across his startled lips. With a bemused expression, he managed a gruff "you're welcome" before he turned to finish his cereal. Rid of her plate, Nami poured herself another cup of coffee before she left the kitchen. The day, she reflected, as she passed Luffy singing loudly and off-key in the shower, was starting out far better than she could have hoped.