I will end sorrow on this day

Ah, I have a fierce sweet tooth. [♥] And a fine love of fish. Naturally, I was born for the island life, tropical fruits and fresh fish daily...!

The daily menu throughout my life has been so wildly varied, though, that it makes it difficult to name one. When we were on the road during my pilgrimage, we obviously did not share the... privileges other summoner parties were welcomed with, so perhaps our menus were not quite of the same quality. That isn't to say we ate poorly most of the time, of course, though there were a couple of times when people's prejudices shone through...

No, summoners and their guardians are revered, and the pilgrimage is sacred. It is taught that it's only natural to open your doors to them as they come traveling through your villages, and to offer them the best you can manage. Of course, many a summoner will redirect that food elsewhere, back to the needy, often, but... Well. The Al Bhed are far from smiled upon, as you all know, just as you know that I chose my guardians because of what, exactly, we share in common.

Busy?

Busy as in, "there is an angry wife clanging about"? Or busy as in, "Jecht and Auron are arguing again"?

In the case of the former... There's nothing to do but wait. Well... Perhaps find some way to make her laugh~. That would distract her long enough to bring up the prospect of what we should make.

As for the latter, ah, but there are so many tricks to employ here. [♥] I think my favorite would be lying in the living area of wherever we are staying and moan pitifully until they come to investigate. Auron would ask what was the matter, and Jecht would likely stand back, still seething...

[laughter] I traveled on pilgrimage; I'm fairly certain that that answers this question for the last portion of my life?

As a priest, I frequently walked the streets of Bevelle to find and visit the unfortunate who cannot make it to the temples to ask for help -- or who have otherwise been turned away, for one reason or another. This typically led me to the Al Bhed, of course, or others who had been similarly branded as "traitors" to Yevon.

As a student in the church, the training programs to become a priest -- a mage -- a summoner -- were very extensive. I had more than my fill of practice and study.

Mmm... Aside from morning prayers, I'm sure you mean~. That much, I'm sure, is obvious. Those I have maintained ever since I was a child, no matter where I happened to be -- Bevelle, Home, on pilgrimage.

I suppose dressing in my robes is ritualistic, in its own way. It is more complicated than you might think! Everything must be done in order and with care, else something will sit uncomfortably for the rest of the day, which leads to growing tired more quickly than you otherwise might. But! More on that later. [♥]

Ahhh... Well, you see, the only time I ever had a room to myself is when I was kept prisoner by visiting the Al Bhed. There were too many orphans running around Bevelle Temple for us all to have our own rooms, and even as we grew older, we were bunked with others of our own sex and age bracket.

I will confess that for the early years of my life, I was quite a carefree child. I didn't care much for cleaning or picking up after myself. Of course, the temple staff saw to it that I learned better manners. Ever since then, I've been a rather tidy person!

As for my bedroom at Home, ah... Yes, tidy is a good word for it. I did not have very many personal possessions with me then, but the longer I was there, the more I came to own. Even then, I kept everything organized.

"Further evidence of brainwashing," my wife called it. [laughter] Ah, but she was someone who highly prizes organization, too. Everything has its right place, you know. The little home we shared in Bevelle was spic and span (though I must admit that was partially because she was so frequently bored; Lanna was a woman who cleaned when there was nothing for her to do).

Our bedroom, though, we ended up sharing with Yuna when she came along, even after she grew old enough that she didn't need our constant watch. When I called our home "little," it wasn't just an endearment, you see! Gil was tight, then, but we were happy.

As Yuna grew older, though, the room grew more and more hectic, much to my wife's best efforts. Yuna did not, it seem, inherit her mother's love of order, and instead took more after her mother's brother.

And... Of course, perhaps, after me, if you believe it is natural for me to be messy. [♥]