I do not own Final Fantasy 8. Which I don't even have the game anymore. It's quite sad.
What's your favorite season and why?
The question had taken Laguna Loire, President extraordinaire, former journalist and solider by surprise. It was during one of the rare press conferences held in Esther that the random question was shouted from the front row by the reporter from Timber, a young woman in sunflower yellow. Her wide smiled and glittering green eyes vied with the dress she wore for more outstanding, Laguna decided that the glowing admiration she looked at him with was in the lead, but the dress wasn't too far behind.
"Um," Laguna scratched the back of his head, it was so odd, so impersonal but at the same time, it was deeper than any of the other prodding he had fielded that day. The press room fell silent; pens mere millimeters above pads of paper the humans waiting for on bated breath for the answer. Some looked at him with gapped mouth expressions, others frowned their glares directed towards this sunflower girl.
This got him thinking; for once Laguna did not have an answer prepared for the throng of reporters. Moving his hand he crossed his arm propping his chin up on his left hand, tilting his head just slightly. Sure he liked summer, which didn't. It was warm, the large quantities of fruits, the beach (which he had a nice picture of on his desk next to pictures of Squall and Ellone as well as ones from Rinoa of the young couple. He also liked autumn, when the leaves would fall and stews and soups where no longer frowned upon for dinner. But then winter with the deep scents of pine and cinnamon, lying in bed with a good book; it was the one time of year that he got to spend with Ellone, and sometimes Squall when Rinoa forced him to visit Esther. Oh, but spring, was when Rinoa would normally stop by and they were still young, not at the age for wanting children, they had a lovely terrier named Spartacus that he spoiled too much. He liked them all, as much as the yellow of her dress.
Smiling with that boyishly confident grin, Laguna focuses his attention on the woman before him, "I like them all. But I am particularly fond of spring through autumn." The woman found this was not the answer he wanted, but she accepted it, pressing on the mobile device in front of her as she typed out the answer. "As to why-I like sunflowers." The woman looked up cheeks tinted just slightly enough to signal her appreciation of his flattery. The rest of the press confrience carried on, but she never stopped watching him her cheeks painted the light pink of carnations.