[He has two options: cook himself something that he knows won't be as good as whatever the blond is making which smells like heaven, or, actually approach the moron and ask for some of his food.
His stomach decides the risk is worth it as it grumbles and so Zoro decides option two is the best.]
BBQ
His stomach decides the risk is worth it as it grumbles and so Zoro decides option two is the best.]
Yo, curly, give me a burger.