[The screen flickers to life, revealing a face Zoro recognizes from awhile back – the barkeep who'd slung him drinks more than once. A sardonic edge creeping into his voice, he deadpans:]

More like a forced staycation. Considered making this my permanent address, but Vrenille's offer's a step up. [He pauses, a wry glint in his eyes.] ...Business slow at the Spread Eagle right now, or do you just live behind the counter?