She remembers a lot about that moment.

She remembers that Luffy had spoiled Zoro's drink, and in a blatant act of insubordination Zoro had forced it down his captain's throat instead. She remembers that she could hardly see from tears of mirth, that Usopp was pounding the table with her in perfect unison. She remembers being aware of a dozen hostile stares from other customers, and not caring.

She remembers that she lived in that moment, forgetting all burdens and debts for a gloriously silly ten seconds.

She remembers, too, that the rose didn't smell very sweet. It must have been languishing in tap water for some time.

Most of all she remembers that a complete and total stranger of a man offered himself to her, body and soul, and for a few blank seconds of total shock she hadn't known what to do with him.

It was a mistake she'd never made again. Treasure was not meant to be wasted.

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He doesn't remember very much about that moment.

He doesn't remember what he was supposed to be doing. He doesn't remember why he looked up. He doesn't remember where he got the flower- or even what kind of flower it was. He doesn't remember crossing the distance between him and her.

All he remembers is a laughter like the song birds must sing in paradise, and a smile like a goddess in springtime, and orange hair that caught the light as if it glowed on its own.

He doesn't even remember the moment his heart left his body. So far as he could tell, it had always been hers.