“Robin, my sweet~,” Sanji crooned.

"Yes, Mr. Cook?"

“I wouldn’t want to be a bother but c-could you please get me a blanket from one of the cabins?” he asked, shivering slightly. “It’s dreadfully c-cold today and I wouldn’t want to mess up this dish that I’m making and pouring all my love for you intoooo~”

Robin didn't even look up from the paper she was reading. It was a sweltering day on the Thousand Sunny, much hotter than most days, and the two were in ship's kitchen. So hot, that either Sanji was overreacting or he was coming down with something that Chopper would have to check out soon…

“…You don’t want one of the others to get it, Mr. Cook?” she asked hesitantly, still looking at the paper.

“I’d rather it be brought to me by your lovely and g-graceful hands~.”
Robin glanced up from her paper and surveyed the blond chef. Sanji's amorous grin seemed a bit more unnatural and unsettling than usual... But she chose to disregard it, as was the norm.

“Alright.” She put her paper down on the table, got up reluctantly and went to the cabins.

Across from the kitchen were the women's quarters. Robin entered the room she and Nami shared and remembered that there were extra blankets in one of the drawers. She bent over to get it 'til she heard a sharp gasp from behind her. Robin turned.

"Miss Nami?"

The ship's navigator was about to leave the room, her hand on the door knob,

but soon froze as her name was called. Nami faced Robin with a grin.

"Yes, Robin?"

"Is something wrong?"
Nami shook her head. "Nope! Not at all! I'm fine; I just remembered... I had to go get something... just now. Excuse me!"

The navigator quickly left, closing the door behind her.

Robin was left standing in the middle of the room, holding the blanket. She recognized how strange all of her crew were acting lately, from Sanji's bad acting to the lack of proper conversations with Nami. Even Luffy, the most amiable of them all, was avoiding her like she was the plague. What was everyone up to? What was going through their minds?

Robin shook her head. This kind of thinking was unnecessary and she had an idea of what was going on already. With the kind of crew she was living with, it was only time until she found out.

She returned to the kitchen, ready to present the blanket- “Mr. Cook, I found-” until she saw that this room was also empty.

“Mr. Cook..?”

There was no response.

I suppose he stepped out before I came in, she thought, sighing a bit. Robin returned to the exit, glancing back once more behind her to make sure he wasn’t around and pushed the door open.

She barely got through the door before she felt something soft and cold hit her square in the face. There was a smell of something sweet as Robin was blinded. The force of the blow knocked her backwards, but she summoned a few pairs of hands to support her and cushion her fall.

Then there were shrieks, gasps, and the sound of an object clattering to the ground.