Summary: Zoro's reflexes or lack thereof as noticed by Robin and Nami and experimented with by Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper. Inspired by a scene in Movie 4: Dead End Adventure.

Inhuman Reflexes

A normal dinner usually consisted of massive amounts of food and drink, an unusual level in the volume of the conversation, limbs flailing across the table, and food debris flying through the air. There was never a point to even try to clean up while the mess ensued. The rubber captain would only continue to add to the piles. One benefit was that the dishes were almost always wiped clean of the food particles and only the non-eatable pieces remained. Still, no matter how long Nami had been part of this crew, she could never tolerate Luffy's lack of manners. No matter how many times she had conked the captain on the head for tossing fish bones or utensils her way, it never stopped him. Not even Sanji's diligence could keep everything away.

"I don't understand it. He has best reflexes out of us all and he still manages to get hit by the flying garbage," Nami frowned as she watched their resident swordsman eat while ignoring the chaos around him. "Does he not know what's being thrown at him?"

"I'm sure he is fully aware. He's at a table with food. Things are bound to be thrown around with Luffy present," Robin smiled into her cup as she watched the scene that so irritated their navigator. First a bone of some sort struck him in the forehead, followed shortly by an apple core. Zoro didn't even bat an eye as the minor missiles hit him.

"It's just… We've seen him dodge bullets and at dinner he can't even dodge a slobbery chicken bone." Nami scowled at her plate, full of beautifully prepared and shaped vegetables with a perfectly portioned and presented chicken breast. "It's enough to make anything unappetizing."

"Is that all that is bothering you? I would have thought the overall lack of table manners would be more troubling."

"Why do you think he doesn't dodge?"

"Well, for one thing, the sheer number of objects would keep him from eating if he dodge them all. And second, if they aren't hurting him why should he dodge? It would be a waste of energy." Robin sipped her coffee, which was kept covered when not in use to avoid the very food particles they were discussing. "Though have you actually watched them during dinner?"

Nami sighed sullenly as she dug into her own food. "I try not to."

"Perhaps you should." Robin gave the navigator a vague smile before turning her attention to her own meal.

In between bites, Nami did just that. She watched Luffy as his arms flew at an amazing speed across the open dishes. Usopp and Chopper were also devouring the food with abandon, throwing their share into the mess. It was hard to watch everyone when they moved so fast.

Then something unusual caught her attention. What had seemed like random debris being tossed around in an effort to obtain more food no longer seemed so random. The was plenty of garbage thrown about near the boys, but every so often a piece gained a trajectory that had it sail across the table towards their end… Namely towards Zoro's end. It was always during a moment when Zoro was not paying direct attention to his own plate. Usually turned in conversation with one of his neighbors. That was when the food missiles reached their target.

"Can't be…" Nami wondered aloud.

Robin simply picked up her coffee and smiled. "Stranger things have happened."

"There is no way he's just letting them. That's absurd. You can't mean they're playing a game out of … that?"

"With the Captain, isn't everything a game. Well provided no one tries to take his share of the food." Robin corrected herself as suddenly Luffy, Usopp and Chopper were fighting over the last piece of roasted fowl. Sanji saved the day by providing more ammunition to the fray and Zoro looked as ignorant as ever.