[ His eyebrow perks. Poor fellow looks like he's ready to keel over at any moment.

Jack lifts his drink. ] Leagues better, I'm happy to say. They've many more options that don't include a pound of sugar and fruit with it. [ Maybe mixed drinks were palatable to some, but Jack likes his alcohol plain and strong. ]

Can't say I've a taste for the quiet, much as I like this place. Noisy and rough and full o' those already three sheets to the wind is the mark of a good tavern, I'd say. [ It's the sort of atmosphere that Jack is more used to, rather than this. ]