With his clean white suit and his clean white hat, she can't help but think he might be...

"You wouldn't happen to be some kinda sheriff, would ya?"

"Bam! no, close, but no cigar."

A good sherrif gets things dirty, suit included. A good spy makes things as bloodless and clean as possible, the tip of his finger poking outward from the neck like a fountain about to pop. like champagne about to erupt.

Of course with no one here, he won't be saying that he's a government spy, one that would kill everyone without a moment notice unless they got in his way.

"Really!"

Maria tilts her head, trying to figure out how he pulled off the look. With his white suit and hat, he wouldn't look too out of place in Lonestar — his height and odd face aside.

The heavy dose of what passes for genetics within the world of all Blue is amazing, the sheer variety would put this whole city to shame. After all everyone is always going to be similar.

"But I can see."

She has to admit. This weirdo is a hard one to read. He could very well be dead serious or completely full of it.

"Oooh. It sounds like you're a man with big dreams. Personally, I'd like to meet the assholes who control this place too, although, not necessarily for employment. If you find out how to contact these so-called powers that be, you better hit me up."

After all the coffee was very weak, painfully different from coffee made by the sea. It was not something he would say, but his tolerance from anything that came like poison was high that most people gave up. he may not have much special powers but he could survive a hit, inside and out.

"City coffee doesn't hit the same, hence the amount."

"If anything, perhaps I should keep looking."

He makes a gesture for the bill.

"Guernika, former agent of the world government, at your service. perhaps we can meet again once I find these people? you are a rather interesting lady to entertain someone that looks like me."

She had just been sitting there far longer than she should have, dicing her omelet, entirely unengaged, into tiny pieces. Admittedly, she is using this seemingly mundane observation from a stranger as a much-needed return to earth. Shit, get ahold of yourself, will you?

Meaning he had done that before, but of course he could be lying. His entire painted face, miracolusly painted every morning did not show a single emotion. But his hands grab the 6th cup of coffee of the morning, his need for it unending like a addict.

"I would offer my services to the powers that be, allow more reach. From what I gather, every major event tends to be very...generalized."

There is no ryhme, no reason for these vents.

"I worked for unfair powers before, it wouldn't be the first time it happened. And something familiar might make my day. But I could be killing kings and pirates again."

Though that wasn't entirely true it really wasn't important how much the servant ate. Food didn't matter in the first place so all Mélusine got was a sense of mental satisfaction from it all. At least some good food could garner a reaction or two depending on how good it is...

"..."

he was not, at all talking highly of Luffy. a threat to national world peace and everything involved in that.

"Hmm...I suppose its alright now. For now, Guernika. That is my name. Since my bosses cannot contact me at this moment...It would be best to make as much friends with honesty."

"I rather not, that you mention me at all. We were, enemies and I had hope before I died that he had died beforehand."

unlikely, that picture still in his mind, the utter freedom and joy he felt forced on him.

"What about this place?"

If it did then perhaps she make a good effort on trying to meet them. Although for the security of all store owners and people making food out there, perhaps it'd be best that the two never met.

IN other words, no one had yet to see a true glutton for food save for Guernika whose very purpose was to gather information and do what you will with it.

"Don't worry, I'm not like everyone else. The worst a little extra candy will do is make me sleep longer than I should. I don't see any problem with that."

"That kind of attitude...reminds me of a few people."

none of them were flattering, but he suppose if she truly turned out to be a big eater like Luffy, then he might be getting flashbacks to other big eaters. at the very least she is no Big mom he would have to suffer to.

Time to test something.