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“…Depends?” 

She wasn’t entirely sure if she should be worried or not. There was no kind of hostility coming from him so she doubted he would really blow someone to smithereens but still it wouldn’t hurt to be careful around him. If he did try something, she could always try and stop him. Maybe even long enough until somebody like Rain showed up to help. 

Fina let out a nervous chuckle. “I suppose you’re right. You won’t get too mad if I burn a kettle or a pot or anything, would you?” She asks while making her way towards Cid’s kitchen. “Lasswell banned me from his kitchen.”

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 “Can’t imagine why.” but alas, any tea his own boiler master would make turns out to be explosive, or any coffee, in any case sometimes he forgets to put even water inside. Unless you check, you can be in for a painful surprise. 

“Make sure theres water in, ya? It be hard to clean if it explodes.”

“Eh…?” Did he mean it literally or figuratively? She wasn’t going to sit by and let him blow anyone to smithereens. Also Rain and the others would get mad at her for not doing anything and she didn’t want to disappoint any of her friends. Not to mention her other self, her true self, would probably pick on her as well. “You’re not really gonna blow anyone up, are you?”

As for the tea… “Well… you see… I’m not very good at cooking… or making drinks really… Lasswell’s the one that does all that.”

 “...Depends.” 

He says, not really finishing his sentence and train of thought, as though attempted murder is something he does on the daily. Well it used to be but he’s trying to be a good man again for the sake of his daughter. 

Listening for the incoming order, Tifa held her hands at her hips and smiled. Yes, the tavern was busy as usual, but not too much for her to handle. When he finished the request, she waved her hand as a signal that she understood. 

“You got it, Sir! One bear and fish and chips meal, coming right up!”

She loved her job, of being able to give a reprieve to the hard working folks that frequented her business. The barmaid loved meeting new people and hearing their stories. 

Some time passed before she was approaching him, tray in hand, with the food and drink he ordered. “Hope it’s to your liking. Be careful though – it’s hot!”

If it wasn’t, he would have the power to sue for false advertisement or health and food safety standards, of course such thoughts are best left to one self as he digs in, the heavy clinking of gil coins filtering in the background. 

The sun is setting and grime and work of the day seems distant, but alas it will repeat tomorrow and with no wife to come home to, he does the next best thing any working single man does, go to a bar. 

 “Mmm....is this...”

 He finishes. 

 “Young lady, one beer please!” The tavern as always, is busy with those who want to get drunk and single on a regular work day. Everyday was so...hard, yikes. But air ships were getting fixed and he was slightly sweaty from today. 

 “And one...” he squints at the board, the lighting from his work place making it too hard to see in bright setting when he’s constantly squinting. 

          ❝ Advice? ❞  Jubei takes this moment to carefully climb back on her two feet. Still feeling the vertigo of her recent fall, she looks up at the highest point that seem so impossible to her. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to just stop here though … maybe she can benefit from some tips.   ❝ Alright. What do you have for me? Oh, wait, let me guess. Shall I become Dragoon, then? Is that your secret? ❞

 “Well thats one of breaking the glass celing there. Try making sure your feet are dry before you jump.”

          ❝ Oh, Twelve … ❞  Breathless pants leaving harshly from her lips, she straightens her posture after falling quite a ways several fulms down her original position. The first set of pegs had been easy. The second revolution around the tower amped things up a bit. But the third set? From a skinny peg, she had landed on her side when making the leap to the fourth tier. Her golden gaze catches sight of a hyur dragoon making his way towards her. From his offer, she can only snort. 

          ❝ If you want. Maybe haul me over to the top with your high jumps? … I’m kidding. I think I can handle myself just fine. ❞  

 “Whew.” 

It was pretty easy course during the summer faire, for a dragoon it was practically training and cake walk. Of course he finds someone struggling a bit and jumps to the person location. 

“Tea!?” Excitement bursts through her veins at the mention of the beverage, but then Fina remembers how she’s not very good at cooking or anything like it and stops in her tracks. She grumbles under breath before turning to Cid to ask, “What are you working on? Anything in particular?” Maybe it was the beginning of an airship! A small one! One that Moogles could use or tiny people!

 “A canon that can pierce the heart of any man named emperor.” He says , putting and pulling parts apart. Its not a real invention, something to pass the time. And why make ships for moogles anyways? something that small wouldn’t last... at all. 

 “Oh, its you. “ tinkering away time, Cid is found surrounded by gadgets a plenty. Enough to destroy a small army, not that it bothered him about human life. Not anymore, he’s way past apathetic, and this is the only thing left for him. the lord of heavens was...tired.