A Clearing in the Preserve, Saturday Afternoon

[intraspective]

Ino was very dubious indeed at the moment.

It was bad enough that she'd woken up in the same room with a boy. (Even if she happened to like that boy.) Bad enough that he'd had cooler slippers than she'd had. Bad enough that all her weapons had been turned into toys.

But Zack had a smile on him, and was pretty cute (for a boy), and he shared his magic marble things with her. Jump had been a lot of fun, really.

She still didn't believe him when he claimed his toy sword could summon things, though. Ino spun and came to a stop in a clearing in the preserve. "Far enough in!" she declared, because clearly things like this couldn't just be shared where anyone could see. "Now you've got to show me. I'm watching you."

Half hoping he'd fail so she could lord it over him. And half hoping he'd manage it because that would be the best thing ever.

[For the weetiny puppy!]

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[puppy_fair]

"Maaaybe," Zack agreed, wrinkling his nose as feathers tickled at the tip of it. "But only if they're the kinda flowers that bees get honey from, 'cause chochobos need yummy flowers, not icky ones like dandelions."

The chocobo 'warked.' Zack took this to mean that it totally agreed.

[intraspective]

"Dandelions make good tea," she informed him haughtily. "But we can get him things like bluebells and stuff."

[puppy_fair]

"Do bluebells have honey in them?"

What Zack knew about flowers at this point in his life could be summed up in, 'they smell.'

You could tell.

[intraspective]

Ino's expression was pained. She could tell. Easily.

"Bees like 'em," she answered without answering the question. "That's gotta be a good thing, right?"

[puppy_fair]

Zack considered this train of logic very, very carefully.

The chocobo warbled softly as it decided that it was really actually quite comfortable right where it was.

"So, all we really haveta do is follow the bees to find the perfect chochobo food?"