You couldn't try. You're terrible at getting rid of me, remember? [ Incidentally, that sentiment goes both ways, if only because Luffy refused to be let go. She was grateful for that then, back at Arlong Park, here, that sense of gratitude feels inextricably laced with something tender, a more straightforward sense of affection that Nami hadn't indulged herself in before now.

It's no surprise that his next thought past the staircase is the kitchens, and Nami smirks, rolling her eyes good-naturedly hearing the suggestion that they head there next, her hand squeezing his again. ]

Sitting around the kitchen watching you stuff your face and smile at me sounds like the most normal thing we've done since we landed in this world. [ She moves to head down the stairs, her expression softening as she nods. ] Of course I want to go with you. [ Anywhere. Even if she complains about the risks the whole time. ]