A muffled gag indeed came from Leon, who just couldn't stand the thought of Malboro wine. "From what I've heard, it's made by squeezing its tentacles. I don't wanna know where they've been."

He saw the chocobos running about, which brought a smile to his face. "Racing, maybe? My kind of sport." He was truly relieved to see chocobos, as he was not a good dancer. "Hm. What would be a good activity around here? Maybe I can just talk with the other guests for a while?"

So he decides to walk around, trying to find somebody to talk to.