Sanji raised a finger to indicate he'd be right back and swished over to the bar. He could gauge the quality of any bar by the variety of exotic alcohols that it carried in stock, and he didn't mean how many flavors of vodka they had. Fortunately, this place seemed worth its weight, for they had a cloudy sake that he deemed good enough. He came back with matching cocktails, glowing gold in the glasses. "Let me know what you think of this," he said proudly, offering her one. "A sweet sake mixed with pineapple and orange juices. A bartender at All That Jazz stumbled on it when he grabbed the sake instead of champagne once."