Strago gave her a small object that was about the size of a throwing dart.
"Gramps, I don't need a gag present."
A reply came quickly.
"Relm, I don't give out gifts for jokes."
"It's still a gag present." She handed what she had received back to her grandfather.
"Look," he gripped the item and raised it to the point that it was level with his shoulders, "I found it during our journeys, but forgot to give it to you. It's a rare artifact that was created-"
"That! People bothered to make a rare fake moustache that's rare? I wonder kind of time they had…" She took it back from him and let her fingers run through the hairs of the hair slowly to inspect the texture.
It was true that in Relm's hand was faux facial hair-thick, brown and somehow not falling apart in her fingers.
Strago had continued to speak without giving justification to Relm's question. He, of course, had lived with her since she was just a toddler, and knew how to deal with her, which was by strategically ignoring her foolish and strange talk. He didn't have an answer anyway. "This may help you when we reach Kefka's Tower."
"This is fake hair that I'll end up putting above my lip! I'm a girl, I shouldn't have facial hair! It will just make Kefka and everyone else mock me!"
"That is not its only use. If you would bother to check, you would find it has magical properties."
"I might believe you, because I've seen some pretty crazy things. But it makes me look pathetic. I don't understand how I can use it for some type of problem other than improving my comedic power? But what will it do?"
Strago nodded. He added a slight chuckle, which irked his granddaughter. "I'm not sure, but I am positive that I've been trying to stop this laugh throughout this conversation every time I think about you wearing that above your mouth-"
"Do you want me to take it?" She interjected while holding up the topic of conversation with her index finger and thumb, "'Cause I could easily put this on Terra's face the next time she's taking a nap..."
"It can easily be returned to you."
"I'll sell it...I'll get a good amount of money for an enchanted item."
"They won't believe you if it isn't a merchant in Thamasa, and even they won't know what its use is."
"Damn, you're right. Then I can burn it!"
"It could be flame retardant." Strago had been exceptionally good at playing Relms' smart-ass games for the past few days.
"I'll throw it down the next dark, bottomless pit we encounter! I don't want to wear this stupid moustache!"
"It's a wise decision and it will benefit you if you just keep it. There's no point in trying to dispose of it if it could help you..."
Relm realized she needed to save herself from the "wise decision" speech, which had come up at least fifteen times in her life. It was the same the theme every time, but in different words. She needed to stop the lectures that would occur tommorrow, the next day, and the day after that if she said yes but never followed through with what she said. As an added bonus, Relm would then get a lecture on keeping your part of a promise or keeping true to what you say. Oh, she had definitely gotten those speeches before...
"I'll take it then," She added the next phrase to please her grandfather, "And I'll use it."
The young girl walked away, heading for the Falcon's kitchen, and evading the second part of the "wise decisions" speech. That section was about thinking things through. Most of the time, Relm had witnessed the merging of the end of that lecture with both the "responsibility" and "knowledge" talks, which was quite a test for her patience. If she let her annoyance show too much she would have to listen to a one-sided conversation about "patience", too.