Half
a dozen rocks glasses were buried among the peanuts as well. One was etched
with a delicate frost pattern, one was etched with a chocobo, and one was
etched with a hedgehog, though the rest were plain.
"So
we never have to wonder which glass is whose," Zack said, grinning. Sephiroth
looked less dismayed by the glasses than by the rest of his desk's contents,
so he nudged the man with an elbow to keep him working on the pandora's box
of horrors. "Keep digging. You still haven't found the Supplemental Yule
Kit."
The
Supplemental Yule Kit was a brown corrugated cardboard box containing a highly
collapsible fishing rod with an explosion of twigs, berries, and leaves snarled
around the end of the line.
Sephiroth
and Cloud both blinked at it, one in perplexity, the other in slowly, steadily-growing
horror that was manifesting itself as a series of near subvocal whimpers.
"...It's
not fluorescent," Sephiroth observed.
"I
can fix that!" Zack said, rubbing his hands together in mad-eyed glee.
"Give me two minutes and a can of spray paint and--"
"No
-- no, that's quite all right; I misspoke, Lieutenant. I should have said
'at least it's not fluorescent.'"
"Well,
then," Zack said, still with that wide, manic grin. "Military
precision, General. Got to make sure you express things as clearly
as possible. Now, then -- you've got a checklist over there; time to make
sure all the equipment is functioning!"
"...The Supplemental Yule Kit appears to have been damaged in transit."
Cloud
whimpered. Zack slung an arm around Sephiroth's shoulders with the grin of
a cat with a full bowl of cream.
"We'll
get to that later, Seph. Come on. The easiest way to learn party procedure
is to drill it, right? Right. So.
Get out section 6.5 alpha in the documentation and let's get to work!"
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Half a dozen rocks glasses were buried among the peanuts as well. One was etched with a delicate frost pattern, one was etched with a chocobo, and one was etched with a hedgehog, though the rest were plain.
"So we never have to wonder which glass is whose," Zack said, grinning. Sephiroth looked less dismayed by the glasses than by the rest of his desk's contents, so he nudged the man with an elbow to keep him working on the pandora's box of horrors. "Keep digging. You still haven't found the Supplemental Yule Kit."
The Supplemental Yule Kit was a brown corrugated cardboard box containing a highly collapsible fishing rod with an explosion of twigs, berries, and leaves snarled around the end of the line.
Sephiroth and Cloud both blinked at it, one in perplexity, the other in slowly, steadily-growing horror that was manifesting itself as a series of near subvocal whimpers.
"...It's not fluorescent," Sephiroth observed.
"I can fix that!" Zack said, rubbing his hands together in mad-eyed glee. "Give me two minutes and a can of spray paint and--"
"No -- no, that's quite all right; I misspoke, Lieutenant. I should have said 'at least it's not fluorescent.'"
"Well, then," Zack said, still with that wide, manic grin. "Military precision, General. Got to make sure you express things as clearly as possible. Now, then -- you've got a checklist over there; time to make sure all the equipment is functioning!"
"...The Supplemental Yule Kit appears to have been damaged in transit."
Cloud whimpered. Zack slung an arm around Sephiroth's shoulders with the grin of a cat with a full bowl of cream.
"We'll get to that later, Seph. Come on. The easiest way to learn party procedure is to drill it, right? Right. So. Get out section 6.5 alpha in the documentation and let's get to work!"