"Yeah... I've raided the kitchen a bunch of times, but getting something that'll stay long enough for Luffy to get the chance to eat it..." Usopp gave this serious consideration, and took another chicken nugget as though Brook's face weren't fully decorated. Food was important stuff, yes sir. "You know what would be great? If we could make, you know, a portable kitchen for Sanji! Improvise a grill and things!" Usopp lit up at the thought of it. After all, Brook had the tools of his trade, Usopp had an improvised slingshot, and Luffy had his hat. In fact, ways to improvise a device like that were floating up quickly; it shouldn't be too hard, although it might have to be just open flame cooking and nothing fancy.

But that wasn't the primary job here, right? Weapons. Weapons, then... he wondered if Sanji'd fit his boots. Sanji was kind of taller, but he really ought to offer. "There's some nice people who're mean too, though, or I mean you'd think they were nice except they go around eating human brains or whatever." Usopp let out a helpless shrug, as if to say Brain-eaters, what can you do? "So y'know, just be careful at night, but I guess that's obvious anyway! It's good your roommate's decent, I hope he doesn't get possessed by his bat again." Was that a baseball bat or a flying-type bat? Did it really matter?