"Um..." Luna's not entirely sure exactly what the Rhizome counts as, but colony probably isn't the right word for it. That term tends to imply a population above single digits. "Settlement might be a better word. There weren't very many people, but one of them was very insistent on not drinking alcohol before a certain age." It had been really something to see that particular trait of Sigma's had lasted through decades, and the memory of him zealously keeping Phi from the lounge's liqueur cabinet makes her laugh. There's a pink tinge to her ears, too, because Luna clearly remembers how he'd flirted with her that whole time too and--well.

Getting off that subject, though. Right! "You said that you could hide the taste of alcohol with these?" She looks down at her drink curiously. "And that you'd been tricked by it before...what did you mean by that?" It sounds like there's a story there, although she isn't sure if Roland wants to tell it any more than he has already.