"Oh?"
Whitebeard looked down at Suika Meow, whose eyes were shining and who was clearly a little boozehound, and asked with a smile, "You have good booze too?"
Like Rayleigh, Whitebeard only had a problem with Xie Wen. He was quite fond of the cats around him... even though he actually knew that these cats had very likely helped when Crocodile was killed.
"Yep! My ability lets me control density, so I've used it to compress all the good booze I've tasted. It makes the flavor richer than before, but the alcohol content goes up too. Most people can barely drink any, meow~"
The little tipsy cat spoke smugly, swaying her head, then poured a bowl of her homemade super-strong liquor from her gourd and offered it to Whitebeard.
Whitebeard had never intended to refuse. When he smelled the liquor in the bowl, he immediately took it eagerly, tipped back his head, and drained it in one go...
"Cough, cough, cough... That's... strong stuff!"
In fact, Whitebeard had started choking as soon as the liquor entered his throat, but its intoxicating aroma in his mouth made him force himself not to spit it out. Only after forcibly swallowing it did he start coughing violently.
"You can't hold your liquor, gramps~"
Suika Meow raised the Ibuki Gourd and guzzled away. Only after continuously drinking more than twice the amount Whitebeard had just swallowed did the little tipsy cat lower her gourd and give him a thoroughly disdainful look.
"Cough, cough... Who says I can't hold my liquor! I just wasn't prepared!"
As a boozehound, the one thing Whitebeard could not stand was having his drinking capacity questioned. He immediately held out his empty bowl and hollered, "Give m-give this old man another bowl!"
Whitebeard had actually meant to use a rougher