'So this Devil Fruit of yours, do you actually know how it works? ' Usopp questions, leaning over me while I try to meditate.

'Not particularity. I figure I 'll approach using it the same way I approach everything, dick first and reckless, hoping for the best, ' I respond mildly.

'That doesn 't seem smart, ' he comments dryly.

'It 's worked so far, hasn 't it? I'm semi-decent with guns now, and I never really learned how they work either, ' I say triumphantly, peeking at him from one opened eye.

We share a dubious look for a moment before we both dissolve into snickers. 'I could still outshoot you any day, and guns are

not

my weapon of choice, ' Usopp huffs, though he has a smile on his face.

'A particularly determined dugong could shoot better than me, you aren 't special, ' I snark back. 'Alright, fuck meditation, I suck at this too. '

'Have you ever considered mediating another way? ' Usopp asks.