In reality, however, the Donquixote Family's second Corazon was in utter turmoil, thunder crashing through his mind.
White Ghost!
A living, breathing White Ghost!!
He was talking to me!!!
"Sorry, Adrian. There's something wrong with Rosi's health, so he can't speak," Doflamingo explained on his younger brother's behalf. "Come on. I've already prepared the banquet."
"A North Blue banquet..."
Adrian put on a show of sounding wistful.
"We were just discussing some local snacks aboard the ship."
Doflamingo felt that something was strange, but he couldn't put his finger on what.
He glanced at the bunch of little ones following White Ghost.
A Mink Tribe member from Zou, a quiet girl no older than twenty holding a potted plant, a girl around Luo's age floating in midair with an unknown Devil Fruit ability, and two members of a minority race with horns on their heads, who were even younger—probably not even ten...
What the hell kind of crew was this?!
Was White Ghost out on vacation?
Whatever was going through his mind, Doflamingo still dutifully asked, "What snacks were you discussing? I can have someone prepare them."
Adrian looked at Doflamingo, then at Rosinante, and smiled with narrowed eyes.
"What do you think of [Great Senbei]?"
Great Senbei!!
At that particular codename, Rosinante's eyelid twitched violently. His heart felt as though it had been struck with a sledgehammer, and even his steps faltered without his realizing it. He nearly tripped over flat ground.
Doflamingo knew his younger brother had a tendency to be scatterbrained, but he hadn't expected Rosinante to drop the ball in front of such an important guest.
He caught his brother, then casually shoved him into Trebol's care before answering Adrian. "Aren't rice crackers a bit too much of a children's snack—"
At that point, Doflamingo suddenly