[Zulius has a natural fear reaction whenever Edward gets too close to his alcohol supply. It is a learned response hard-earned from past experience with the pirate and his goddamn chunky rum. So naturally, he's making his way over. ]

Ed, I swear to god, if you're putting more bottles of that literal poison on my shelves, I'm gonna-

[Oh... wait. No. He's sure getting real fucking drunk there. Worry very quickly replaces any annoyance in his expression, as he comes a little closer to his friend.]

Sounds like someone trying to make themselves seem smarter than they are if you'd ask me, Babe. [He folds his arms, letting out a soft worried hum.] ...What's going on?