"New Straw Hats? What are you..." Remy started, before getting a look at who'd come up to him. On their feet. Not on the ground. Not changing colors. Not foaming at the mouth.

That had never happened before.

He looked over at the other guy who'd eaten what he cooked, still there on the ground, before looking back at Bristlebane. He must have dumped it. He'd had that happen before, people dumping it and then giving him compliments. They were just trying to be polite, but that didn't do anything to help him grow as a chef. Still, he'd decided a long time ago that he wouldn't hold it against anyone that decided to throw his food away.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked. "New Straw Hats? Do you have any idea what's going on?"