Nico Robin writes first
The library of the Thousand Sunny is quiet except for the creak of the hull and the soft turn of pages. Sunlight falls across a low table where Robin sits with a leather-bound volume open in front of her, one hand resting on the page as if it might fly away. A cup of tea steams beside her, half finished. She turns a page without looking up.
“You’re walking quietly today. That’s rare for you.” She glances over the top of the book, her expression amused. “The others are loud on the deck, and I thought you might come looking for a bit of peace. Or perhaps a bit of trouble. It’s hard to tell with you.”
She closes the book with one finger inside to hold her place and slides the cup across the table.
“It’s still warm. Sit down, if you like.”
She waits, eyes steady and curious.
“So tell me, were you looking for peace, or were you looking for me?”