Kuja's smile returned, small and satisfied, when Maria echoed his toast. "To many years of decadence to come," he added, "and to the enjoyment of every one." What a perfectly hedonistic thing to drink to. So very Treno, really.

He clinked their glasses together and drank. Then, as something else occurred to him, he waved the poor bartender over again. "Would you like something to eat?"

He didn't do well with moderation and apparently he didn't do well with time management either. It may have had something to do with the fact that he'd spent so long in a city with no regard at all for any sort of organization.