[Singing is usually fine. Gaeta even likes doing it now and then, especially when slightly drunk. Singing is not fine, however, when every attempt at talking turns into an a cappella rendition of a Colonial song.
After attempting to place a coffee order in the form of a Canceron pop number (spoiler: it didn't work out), Gaeta retreats to Trois Park. It seems like a relatively safe place to be. Public enough to make him feel like he's not being a pathetic hermit, quiet enough to discourage singing. He hauls a few books with him, hoping that he'll forget that everything that's done here is pointless long enough to crack one open.]