The tempo of the music Brook has been playing changes as he transitions to another song, and I pause in eating yet another plate of food for a second to listen. Behind the embellishments is a simple 3/4 beat.

I gingerly slide off the bed, shove my feet into my shoes, and plant my hands on my hips. 'Ok, who 's waltzing with me? '

'Hah?! Ed, you are not dancing! You are injured!

Injured! '

Chopper shrieks.

'Ok, Usopp it is! ' I say cheerfully, reaching out and yanking him by the overall straps with me closer to the music. 'Do you know how to waltz? '

'Vaguely, ' he responds, barely blinking at suddenly being pulled to dance before moving his hands into position to lead.

I swiftly correct that by sliding my hand to the middle of his back and taking his hand with my other. 'Then brace yourself. '

Do I actually know how to waltz? Er ' not

well