[Yzma lets the package fall rather than catching it. She's planning on smashing it anyways. She gives the delivery moogle a flat look. No respect.
She would love to make her payment with a fish with 100 gils, but, unfortunately, she has none of the potions from her lab here. She settles for taking the coins from her coin purse and purposefully letting them drop on the ground when she holds them out for the mail-peasant to take. KNEEL BEFORE YZMA.]
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She would love to make her payment with a fish with 100 gils, but, unfortunately, she has none of the potions from her lab here. She settles for taking the coins from her coin purse and purposefully letting them drop on the ground when she holds them out for the mail-peasant to take. KNEEL BEFORE YZMA.]
There. Oh dear, clumsy me.