"So like, I'm guessing your moogle told you what the sitch is." It was kind of depressing to think about. They'd saved the world and-- here they were doing it again? Taking the cake, Irvine set it on the counter and looked it over to see what could be saved. Maybe if he cut off the burnt pieces and slathered it in icing it'd be okay... He just had no head for this baking stuff. It was all...sciencey. Not his strong suit. He was more of a math kind of guy. Angles and wind variation, curvature of the earth, that kind of thing.

"Things are all loony here, but they're not so bad. Folks are nice."