[ On her way to the door Nami cases the room for any sign of disembodied body parts - especially ears, that Buggy might have left behind to eavesdrop and be annoying.
With a puff of a sigh, Nami pulls open the door, greeting Emilia with a small smile as she steps to the side to let the lady into the rundown windmill. The space isn't in terrible shape, from a certain point of view it could even be considered cozy, with enough furniture for Nami to be able to offer Emilia a seat at the table by where she's left the book. ]
Help yourself, and don't worry about the food. If you're hungry, Sanji's around - he'll feed you if we ask.
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With a puff of a sigh, Nami pulls open the door, greeting Emilia with a small smile as she steps to the side to let the lady into the rundown windmill. The space isn't in terrible shape, from a certain point of view it could even be considered cozy, with enough furniture for Nami to be able to offer Emilia a seat at the table by where she's left the book. ]
Help yourself, and don't worry about the food. If you're hungry, Sanji's around - he'll feed you if we ask.