[ Even in the short span of knowing him, one fundamental truth was apparent about Zoro- he couldn't help himself. Couldn't help the urge to snark, and couldn't stop himself from challenging Dracule Mihawk to a swordfight. He doesn't know how someone has honed getting under his skin to an art form, and yet he lives and breathes, sipping on whatever it is he's drinking.

Sanji is glad to see him, both alive and also here. That doesn't mean he can stop himself from raising an eyebrow and stopping at his table, either. ]

We can't all just sit about and drink, can we? [ He glances at the empty glass and flashes that customer service smile with the graceful tilt of his head. ]

The local brew for your next round, or the cheap swill they have on tap?