[Golden marshmallows, huh? That definitely sounds like something Luffy would drag them all to the ends of the Earth in order to consume. For now, though, they'll have to make due within the confines of the ship.

He's not trusted with children very often, and her little hand feels alien in his grip, fragile but warm. He makes sure not to squeeze it too tightly.]

We'll have to find a map first. Maybe even make one of our own. [Shit, he misses Nami. He grins through it.] Then we can X as many spots as we like. It'll be hard work, but golden marshmallows don't drop into just any lap, y'know.