The chef frowned as he dumped the whole load onto Usopp's bed and went to sit on the other. He had matches, obviously, but he didn't have a ton of them. Though he was sure Usopp could make good use of them, he didn't really want to hand them over. Nevertheless, he pulled what he had left from the small pocket of his pants. "Do you have a real important need for them?" He had less than half left. If he needed to hand over a couple...

But he'd come for another reason as well. "Oh. Here." Setting the matches aside for the moment, he pulled off the shoes he was wearing and tossed them back to his crewmate. "You can have these back. They scrunch up my little toes after a while, and that's just not going to work for me." The width just wasn't right.