A glimmer filled Fitch's eyes when the restaurant came into view. Food, real, delicious, food. He looked towards Louis with a frown when he said no drinking rum or breaking dishes. To be fair, he did have a habit of shattering valuable things on a semi-regular basis. "Aye aye, Captain Caesar..." He spoke with a bit of joking contempt. As he followed his friends inside, he though. "But Captain, what if they serve rum inside?" He laughed and continued walking, a slight skip of excitement in his step. He could already smell the food being cooked inside. The harpoon on his back bobbed around on it's strap. Frankly, bringing such an implement in a restaurant was a terrible decision, but Fitch hadn't thought about that.