[Zoro huffs a sardonic sort of laugh under his breath. Yeah, cocky bastard is right. At least Sanji can appreciate how fucked up that whole thing probably was. But he's not inclined to elaborate unless further questions come his way.

But he's not letting Sanji get away with just 'nothing,' oh no.]

Don't give me that shit! It was something and if you know about mine then I wanna know about yours! Get back here!

[and then, a second later, he lunges from his place, banging his hip against the counter island as he scrambles to get around it and get to the cook as fast as possible. He stretches to grab both his arm and the collar of his shirt at the same time, intending to yank back hard on whatever his hand closes on first.]

DON'T! Stop right there!

[because he just found where his little fox pal ran off to. It's standing right in the doorway, as if waiting for Sanji to walk through it again.]