[Being from the 19th century, where such structures are new, Vanitas has never seen anything like this before. Being underwater without drowning! Amazing... Yet he tries not to gawk like a tourist, instead keeping his hands under his cloak and simply marveling at the sea life large and small swimming by. Yet there's no denying the intense look of wonder on his face, brilliant blue eyes almost as deep as the ocean itself fixated on a passing whale shark. So much so that he doesn't see where he's going until he bumps into someone, startling him out of his reverie.]

Ah--! Excusez-moi, I didn't see you there. [Clearly...]

[Once again, something Vanitas has never witnessed before! Penguins are surprisingly cute for overgrown birds, he must admit, and so he's decided to splurge and go for a round of feeding the creatures. Carefully, he feeds them fish one by one, until the bucket is empty.

And that's when things turn ugly.

The penguins see him as a food source now, and aren't keen on being deprived their meal. Thus they start pecking at Vanitas himself, tugging at his fingers and clothes as they demand MORE FISH!!! No matter which way he turns, there seems to be yet another penguin ready to harass him!]

Back! Back, I say! Oi! Not the cloak--! LEAVE MY BOW ALONE, CURSE YOU!!

[Perhaps a rescue is in order...?]

[Once freed of the nightmare that is the penguin enclosure, Vanitas decides he's had just about enough and starts to head for the exit. Only along the way he spots the café and, feeling peckish, decides to stop in for some refreshments before meandering home. Food has never been of particular interest for him, but curiosity gets the better of him and he opts to try this "bubble tea" thing despite his instincts telling him sullying perfectly good tea is a waste.

There he sits, perched on his seat with both hands grasping the drink and a look of consternation on his face. Does he dare...? The little balls of-- What was it? Tapioca? --floating in his precious liquid seem innocent enough, but one can never tell. His eyes narrow as he takes a deep breath and-- sucks up some of the drink through his straw.

Almost instantly he pulls a face that says he's SO not used to such things, jaw working as he chews the pearls and tries to swallow.]

They're squishy--! [......but honestly? Not bad. He goes back for another sip, pulling the same face. This could take a while...]

[Feel free to come at me with whatever!]