@draconxs asked: (From Draconxs to Tomasu for a spooky drink) - While there was no way Kaido was going to beat out the old man's moonshine, he decided to fix the smuggler a flavorful drink suited to revive numbed tastebuds and all for a Halloween celebration. His drink would be delivered directly to the lighthouse first by flying all the way over to the foggy island in his snaking, serpentine dragon form. He was quick to shift forms so that the geezer didn't think he was an old one coming to sink the island for good and carried his batch of Dark and Stormy by hand. The glasses were a bit larger than normal so that he could handle it with ease, but he knew Tomasu was no slouch and can toss some back even with the likes of himself and so quantity of liquor was a non-issue. "Worororo! Still living I see? Good, means my trip wasn't a waste of time."

Tomasu had known the Yonko was coming even before he saw the winding shadow among the dark clouds. Years of honing his Observation Haki and watching the skies and seas for trouble had given him a good sense for incoming danger. It was necessary both for his old smuggling career and his current job as a lighthouse keeper.

But while Kaido naturally brought with him an air of calamity and violence, it was much less pronounced as the dragon landed on the cliffside by the lighthouse. The drinks in his shifting claws further indicated that the man did, indeed, come in peace. A rare thing, and not an occasion Tomasu would snark at. Regardless of his mixed and often bittersweet feelings about Joras, he had a duty to protect it and its people. Provoking Kaido would be the opposite of that.

Besides, at his age, seeing a familiar face brought a pleasant sense of nostalgia, regardless of what their relationship had been.

"Heh. Don't go spreading that fact around," he chuckled, accepting the drink. The pleasant scent of whiskey, honey, and blackberries tickled his nose. Not his usual drink but far from unwelcome. Sweet stuff was hard to find on Joras. "Most from our days think I'm dead or forget I even existed, an' I like it that way. But I guess if it gets me a drink, I don't mind a few folks like yourself knowing I'm alive." At least, so long as it didn't cause harm to his island or his precious pirate granddaughter.

Taking a sip of the cocktail, the Ghostlight nodded in approval. "Good stuff. Not sure I was worth makin' the trip for, but since ya came all this way, figure ya ought t' stay for dinner. I'll send my grandsons into town t' fetch some supplies while we drink."