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I used to make her these lunches with just anything I could find lying around the kitchen. Mushy banana amuse-bouche. Old fish heads with undercooked rice. It was a real smorgasbord of sick. And I would march down the hallway, head held all high. Nurse’s face would turn green whenever I walked in the room. But not my mum.

Sometimes you end up somewhere you never thought you would. And you meet people who stay. That's what the journey's all about.

I haven't spent enough time in your world to change that.

He’s going to go to school. And he’s going to learn things that you can’t teach him there. And it’s gonna be hard for the both of you. It’s gonna be torture for the both of you. But he will be stronger for it on the other side. His mother raised him well.

I've been practicing just now. I was watching you all do your thing, so I did it over and over until... That's amazing! Coco, you did it! Well, anyone can learn with enough repetition... Repetition...? Repetition! That's it!

A miracle I can keep scrounging meals together. You know, now that you mention it, the kitchen’s not the only thing that’s hurting. We’re also running low on ship maintenance supplies, first-aid supplies. Sounds expensive. But necessary. ...Better talk to Nami.

Can you keep the secret? I can! And are you willing to learn? Learn... What?

Did you figure out what your gut was telling you about her? She needed help.