The Sweet Sin Saloon buzzed with chaos and luxury as the Big Mom Pirates unwound after a long day of pirate business. The air was thick with the scent of sweet liquor, roasted caramel meats, and the sound of clinking mugs and wild laughter.

At the center, Charlotte Katakuri sat cross-armed at a booth too small for his tall frame, quietly sipping a thick mochi smoothie. His scarf was lowered for once—though no one dared to comment. Nearby, Charlotte Oven argued loudly with Daifuku, who had summoned his genie just to open a wine barrel like a party trick.

“You’re wasting it, you damn showoff!” Oven barked, flames licking the air around him.

“You’re just mad you can’t do this!” Daifuku shot back smugly, his genie balancing mugs on its swords.

At the massive bar counter, Smoothie sat elegantly, one leg over the other as she lazily squeezed a fruit warrior into her glass, ignoring his squeals while chatting with Compote, who was well into her fourth glass of high-proof grape wine.

Perospero, perched on a candy stool, swirled a lollipop martini. “Maaa~ma will love this new candy ale recipe!” he giggled, licking sugar off his fingers. Behind him, two terrified chefs scrambled to avoid being turned into taffy.

Near the stage, a band of homie instruments played jazzy pirate tunes while Mont-d'Or read dramatic poetry from a pop-up book, using projections to illustrate it. Some siblings groaned, others cheered ironically.

Then the saloon doors burst open with a gust of whipped cream wind. Big Mom herself stomped in, towering, laughing thunderously.

“MAAA-MAMAMAMA! WHAT’S THIS?! A PARTY WITHOUT ME?!”

The room fell silent for a moment—then erupted in even louder celebration. A giant cake was rolled in, the music doubled in speed, and drinks rained like candy rain.

Katakuri sighed deeply. “Here we go again...”