[Yep, called it. Zoro keeps his exasperation to himself and pushes up off the couch]

All right, but if he's lurking in the kitchen to pounce on me, don't say I didn't warn you. [huff] I ain't gonna be forced to just stay in bed for however long they're around to avoid running into one.

[As annoying as it will be to constantly warn each other when a wispy white figure appears around a corner for the next few days, it's preferable to hiding like cowards. Life has to go on, and so Zoro goes to fetch the sake and bring the bottle back with him, opening it and getting ready for a swig as he comes. No glasses, though. As he returns to the couch, he offers the bottle to Sanji. Sharing nasty memories goes down better with booze.]