Rokuro enjoys a good festival, especially if it means dresses in fine clothes, eating fine food, and drinking fine tea, but in his opinion there is nothing 'fine' about this particular celebration. The one and only evening he spent upon a pirate's ship drinking entire barrels of sake was less chaotic.

"I was in the so-called Quiet Zone earlier. I did not hate it. Except for that vile liquid they call 'coffee'." And Rokuro will never make the mistake of drinking that particular poison again.

"Anywhere is better than here-- and perhaps sake might alleviate my headache faster than water. If you should wish to accompany me, then I will accept." It can't be any LOUDER or more obnoxious than the pool, can it?