She knew that he was right but she couldn’t just leave it at that. Yuffie crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes looking up at Cid with a practiced pout.

“You’re no fun.”

She had drunk more than that already though he didn’t need to know that. She couldn’t help but wonder if feeding him alcohol will bring out the Cid she knew more; the crude, sexist, jerk who she’s come to look up too. It really wasn’t any wonder that Yuffie came out a little messed up considering those she hung out around. Cid had his work cut out for him if he was looking to look after the girl.