[ he means to ask what exactly has been happening, since he knows the absolute shitty nightmare of having his insides and outsides ripped apart to form something... sort of not human. but it might be too soon to have a civilized conversation. if mihawk gained some annoying ass rabbit ears, there might be justice in the world.
still, he recognizes a peace offering when he sees it. he also doesn't see the point in continuing a feud that will lead toward nothing good. when he sends the basket back, there's a bottle of his latest trial batch of wine, this one aged with a little bit of magic, just as mihawk had suggested.
the bottle is nestled among several lavish, white feathers, the long plumes fluffy and bright, meticulously cleaned and carefully placed to minimize damage.
no subject
still, he recognizes a peace offering when he sees it. he also doesn't see the point in continuing a feud that will lead toward nothing good. when he sends the basket back, there's a bottle of his latest trial batch of wine, this one aged with a little bit of magic, just as mihawk had suggested.
the bottle is nestled among several lavish, white feathers, the long plumes fluffy and bright, meticulously cleaned and carefully placed to minimize damage.
on the back of mihawk's original note: ]
for your shitty hat.
-sanji