[ Sora whistles. ] Drink to forget, huh.

[ ... That brings up some uncomfortable memories. Not his, technically... but yeah, his too.

Mm. Right, enough of that.

He'll stare the spirit straight into two of its four eyemask holes, then say, with a completely straight face: ] Ginger ale and cherry grenadine, please. [ It's just a Shirley Temple. He's not really a drinker! ]

The green-eyes? You mentioned them before. What's that about? I don't think they were in the welcome message, right?