Everything is "us" and "we" and Rosinante is truly glad for it. Law will probably help too, he knows, not only from the scientific side of things but also as someone insanely competent and inventive with his own devil fruit. This means he has two people who can support him in whatever he does, and he's never really had that before. Certainly not as an adult.

"That we do," he agrees. It's a common refrain and he hasn't gotten tired of it. Time is their most abundant luxury, and what a treasure to have that be the case.

"Back home, there was an officer who could control ice," he says, sitting back in his seat so he won't drop ashes onto the newspaper so easily - and in fact he slides it away, too. "He could become it, though, so I'm guessing his abilities have almost nothing to do with mine. Still, makes me wish I could ask him some things about how he dealt with water."