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Weston's declaration of strength completely went over Roma's head. What he was more concerned with was why did this little kid have a whole thing of tobacco hash with him? Certainly no reasonable shopkeeper would've sold someone who looked like a twelve year old any tobacco. [color=fff200]"Aren't you a bit too young to be smoking? I get that you want to look older and all, but someone your age really shouldn't be smoking. Shouldn't you be sucking lollipops or something to get your fix?"[/color] Roma genuinely thought that Weston was actually a little kid, most likely someone's kid that ran away that wanted to be a pirate or maybe an orphan. In actuality, Weston was almost the same age as Roma though it would be hard to tell considering he looked so young and was so short. The gun slinger looked like he should be in middle school instead of smoking hash and toting guns. 

Roma's eyes widened and he stepped back as a chair flew past his face. He was going to yell at her for breaking the chair and wall, but she already seemed to had said her peace and was now fangirling over the mink woman. [color=fff200]"She better clean that up later."[/color] Roma grumbled, completely forgetting about Weston's existence for the moment. There were a lot of odd characters on this ship and he certainly didn't dislike it. It added quite a bit of variety. At least they weren't all anti-social, cynical bastards. 

Soups on! The fishman finished cooking and now it's time to see if his boasts were true. [color=fff200]"Awesome! I feel like I haven't had a good meal in months!"[/color] Roma shouted joyfully, stretching his arms up to the sky. For once, he won't be dining on canned beans and cheap rum. He was going to have his first home cooked meal for the first time in awhile and man was he ever going to enjoy it. Roma had already left Weston in his dust and found himself in the dining area. With absolutely zero shame, he drooled at the marvelous sight of the feast laid out in front of him. [color=fff200]"Where to start..."[/color] Roma wiped his saliva off his chin with a napkin and dug into steak, the blood leaked out with just the poke of a fork. With a mouthful of tender steak and mashed potatoes, he savored the flavor and warmth before swallowing it. 

He slammed his palm against the table and laughed robustly, completely the exact opposite of Ren's gentlemanly behavior. [color=fff200]"Fishman, you're one hell of a cook! What exactly is your name?"[/color]