Disclaimer: I do not own the Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy franchises or their characters. This is a fan work dedicated in honor of the brilliant staff of Square Enix and Disney Interactive Studios, who are the legal owners of these works. The only thing I own are the original characters.

A/N: Okay, quick shout-out here! I'd just like to thank my current main readers Rhino7, Child Of The West Wind, and Shadowclaw98, for letting me bounce ideas off them and for offering their own suggestions. I also would like to thank M.L Ayala and WishingDreamer5. But I certainly wouldn't be at this point without Rhino7, who has been my unofficial beta for this and has helped me develop a LOT of the plot line. You, my friend, ROCK!

So without further ado...Chapter 4!

Lunch Break Lunacy

"What is it with you and pie?!" Yuffie exclaimed. She'd been watching Aradorn shovel down his lunch, which consisted of country-fried steak, French fries, vegetable medley, mashed potatoes, strawberries, and (of course) pie, for the past fifteen minutes with an almost enraptured expression of disbelief plastered on her face.

At this, Ara looked up with a deviously raised eyebrow. His mouth was still half-full of his second slice of Banora White apple pie. After he swallowed part of it first, he replied rather thickly, "We ha'b a ver'ee sp'he'sh'll relaythun'shipth." With that, he promptly went diving back in again with his fork.

"'Special…relationship?'" Yuffie mumbled, looking bemused and a little worried. She stared at the tall, dark and fearsome teddy bear of a man for about five seconds before looking sidelong at Vanner and Johanna. "You deal with this often?" she deadpanned.

"Every day," Vanner replied with a straight face. He tossed the ketchup-dipped French fry in his hand into his mouth, cool as you please, before slicing into the fillet of fried fish that was his main course.

From beside him, Johanna snickered. "Try living with this guy on adventures," she pointed out, setting down her loaded BLT from the deli next door. "One look at a bakery and ka-pwinng!" She flicked her hand. "Off he goes!" Ara gave them a way-too-innocent grin around his mouthful of pie, being sure to keep his mouth closed. It made him look like a chipmunk. Yuffie snickered, but Vanner busted out laughing outright at his best friend's ridiculous look.

The walk down to Diner's Drive had been…eventful to say the least. First Donald and Goofy had gotten tangled up in each other on the way down the castle steps, and had taken a tumble. Next had been Aradorn, of all people. On the way down the street he'd caught sight of something interesting. Not watching where he was going, he'd walked straight into a lamppost, bounced off, and fallen flat on his rear, to the mirth of most of the Committee. Even Lightning, who was rarely prone to laughter or even smiling, had cracked a slight grin at the sight. Sora, of course, was clueless, having run on ahead as usual with Donald and Goofy.

Then had come the restaurants. It took a while, with much bickering between most of the founding members. Eventually, everybody settled on three places set close together; one was a family-style sit-down restaurant, one was pretty much fast food the whole way through. And finally, a small deli sandwiched (play on words intended) in between the two.

As Johanna picked up her sandwich again, she let her eyes rove around the long table the sit-down restaurant had set up for them. Laughter and merriment was abounding, which was good. It was rather crowded here, but this wasn't a very big restaurant to begin with, and the Committee numbered at about 20 people.

"Cloud, why aren't you eating anything?" she heard Tifa ask. Cloud's reply was mumbled, so Johanna dismissed it and looked elsewhere.

Dismissing the odd sight of Cid with a mustache of barbecue sauce from his oozy pulled pork sandwich, Johanna noticed one man over in a nearby corner booth. He was casting unsure glances at the group from behind a rather sophisticated-looking laptop, as if thinking 'do I know those people?' Next to him sat a hiking backpack with a laptop sleeve, busting to the seams with all sorts of stuff, from gadgetry to a can of Red Bull. He looked a tad out of place; in fact, he looked…well, different like most people from her homeworld (except for herself and her friends, who fit in fine in Radiant Garden). He wore casual clothing: a dark gray hoodie over a red AC/DC shirt, and what looked to be blue jeans and sneakers. He had short, dark hair and a mustache and goatee, and wore black-rimmed glasses. When he noticed her looking at him he shifted, smiled nervously (it was more of a grimace) and waved, and then went back to his computer. A book lay next to the laptop, but she couldn't tell what it said on the cover.

"So, I was trying to get through this Dreadnought thing—huge, like this giant box with a laser in one side, and I keep getting cut off by all these Nobodies…" Sora was saying to Cid, using one of his hands to illustrate what he was talking about while the other held the remains of a cheeseburger. Vanner glanced up when the conversation registered. "Hey, I remember that thing!" he interjected, causing Sora to look over. "If you ask me…" Vanner said, "It looked a lot like the Death Star from those Star Wars movies back home." Sora nodded but looked confused. "I'll show you sometime," Vanner added.

Riku was lounging in a chair down towards the other end of the table, looking satisfied and cocky as he chatted with the King. His plate had been cleaned off already, and so had King Mickey's.

Leon, Rinoa and Laguna were seated across from them, just down from Donald and Goofy, who were both sandwiched between Kairi and Riku. Leon and Rinoa were trying not to be cute. The ruse was so obvious it was cute all on its own. They kept sneaking glances at each other, and Rinoa kept sneaking fries off of Leon's plate, much to his half-hearted annoyance.

Donald went for the last piece of toast in the center of the table, but was intercepted by Laguna, who grinned good-naturedly at the duck while Donald smoldered in outrage.

"Can't win 'em all, Donald. Sorry." Laguna held the slice up, preparing to take a bite. Glare. He stopped. Glare. He blinked. Glare.

After about five seconds of glaring from Donald, Laguna returned it with a blank stare for a moment. Then he split the slice of toast in two and held one half up. Donald's eyes widened from their former glare to a wide-eyed expectant look. "Here."Laguna tossed the half-slice of toast to the duck mage, who fumbled with it for about three seconds. "Wak! Who-oa…A-aa-a-aah…! Ack!" He finally caught it. "Ahh." He caught Goofy's odd look and glowered. "It's rude to stare!" he told his old friend primly, and promptly shoved the whole slice of toast into his mouth.

Goofy gave him a worried look as Donald chewed. "Gawrsh, Donald, I dunno if yuh want tuh—!" Goofy started to say when Donald suddenly gagged.

Immediately, Goofy snatched up his glass of milk and sloshingly handed it to Donald, who chugged it down in order to soften the bread…and in the process splashed most of it in his own face. "Blechh! Ahh…" The duck spluttered and thumped his chest, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Lightning cast the two goofs an "are-you-kidding-me?" glance from her spot at the end of the table close to Vanner, Aradorn and Johanna, before stabbing into her salad again. She'd barely spoken a word to anybody. Aradorn finished his pie with a politely muffled belch and immediately tried to ask her what her home had been like. She clammed up even more. "None of your business," she retorted.

"So…You guys ever have something silly happen on your journey, Sora?" Yuffie asked out of the blue, leaning forward on her arms. Sora polished off his burger and folded his arms behind his head. "We-eelll…" he said slowly, grinning from ear to ear, "there was that one time when Donald got chased by a bear."

"WHAAT?!" Donald screeched.

"A bear?"

Johanna grinned and ducked her head to hide it. "Oh, yeah, that…"

Sora nodded. "Yep. So we had the camp all set up in Land of Dragons, up in the mountains," he explained, "and Donald went off to get some brush to fuel the fire, and we hear this HUGE growl." By now he was snickering to himself, and most of the Committee (who were listening intently) were also trying to hide smiles at Donald's furious expression. The mage was fuming so hard steam came out his ears. Sora went on to explain the episode. Donald had come tearing into camp with a big black-furred bear hot on his heels. Going lickety-split and screeching at the top of his lungs, the mage had climbed a tree—and Goofy—to get away. In the end, they'd been forced to watch the bear rip through the site like a furry tornado.

"He even got into our potions!" Sora ended, to several snickers. "Guess we learned our lesson, though."

"And what lesson was that?" Tifa asked.

Sora grinned sheepishly. "Don't carry chocolate chip granola bars all the time. We spent the whole night in that tree."

Half the table busted out laughing. Aerith had a hand over her mouth, Tifa was leaning on Cloud, whose jaw had dropped open in amused astonishment, Laguna was in stitches, and even Leon couldn't hold back a snort.

"Speaking of lessons…" the gunblader said once things had quieted a bit, "I learned a big one when I first met Rinoa. Don't forget to ask for a name when a girl drags you onto the dance floor."

"You did that?" Aradorn asked down the table, raising an eyebrow at Rinoa.

"Uh-huh!" Rinoa smiled at her boyfriend, pretending to pout for a second. "He just looked so lonely over there in the corner," she cooed. "And handsome in that dress uniform…" she added. Leon blushed. "So I went right on over there," Rinoa swept her arm in front of her for effect, "and said—"

Leon interrupted. "'You're the best-looking guy here,'" he deadpanned. "'Dance with me?'"

Kairi giggled. "You didn't turn her down, did you?" she asked.

"…"

Rinoa rolled her eyes, jerking her thumb at her boyfriend. "He said 'I can't dance'."

"Oh, yeah right," Riku butted in.

"He did!"

Leon looked up at the ceiling. "And then she tried to hypnotize me." It was mumbled, but still, everybody heard it…except Vanner, who was staring off into space.

"Yep!" Rinoa nodded.

"What'd you say again?" Leon asked her, trying to remember while ignoring Yuffie's giggling and Cid's big grin.

"I think it was 'you're-going-to-like-me, you're-going-to-like-me.'"

Leon shrugged his shoulders. "Sounds about right."

Vanner suddenly spoke up. "Wait, what?"

There was an awkward pause while everybody stared at him, except for Mickey, who ducked his big-eared head with a smile at his friend's unexpected gaffe.

Rinoa shook her head. "Never mind. Anyway, I dragged you," and she slugged Leon in the arm, "onto the dance floor…" ("Oh, hell…" Leon groaned) "…and he did pretty well."

Leon massaged his temples. "No, I didn't."

She swatted him on the arm. "You just had to find your feet, Squall!" Cid and Laguna chuckled.

"That's Leon…"

Vanner smirked. "Speaking of tall tales and lessons learned…" he said. He had to raise his voice to be heard over the laughter. "I got a good one for you guys." He lay down his fork and leaned forward over his nearly-empty plate. "You two remember this," he said to Ara and Jo. "But this was actually back before any of you guys really met us."

Sora sat up a bit. "Yeah?"

Vanner rubbed his jaw a moment as he wracked his brain. "Back home, we used to be gung-ho campers. We loved just taking some time off during the summer and going out with friends."

Ara grinned. "S'mores!"

"That too." Vanner chuckled as he leveled his index finger at his best friend knowingly. "Well, I don't remember what state park it was, but…" he made a choked sound halfway between a laugh and a cough. "Well, we had this clunky old pop-up camper, which is pretty much a canvas tent on a box on wheels, and it was a blast. We'd been there for two days before the third night. Hiking, potluck, mountain biking… Anyway, it's gotta be 2, 3 AM, and I woke up hearing this weird rustling noise outside. Now, Johanna," he went on, nodding to his friend next to him, "was down at the other end of the camper, and she heard it, too. Problem was she wasn't fully awake. And this big lug," he added with a sneer at Ara, "slept like a rock and didn't hear a thing."

"Hey!" Ara bristled indignantly.

"Well, you snore real loud, dude."

Ara gave him a glare that plainly said "Me, snore? Please."

Vanner ignored this. "I sat up and looked out the window; just pushed aside the curtains on the end of the bunk-end and took a peek outside." He paused for a few more seconds, and the lopsided grin that was growing on his face was so contagious even Lightning's face quirked in an expectant smirk. "And the following dialogue ensues."

He pretended to call out in a hushed voice. "Hey, Jo?" Then he pitched his voice to sound like Johanna. "Yeah?"

Back to his own voice. "Uhh…Whaddaya do about skunks in the garbage?"

Johanna saw it coming, and the two of them said it at the same time:

"Let 'em eat!"

Sora and most of his friends, as well as Tifa, Rinoa, and Yuffie all burst out laughing.

The group continued story-swapping for a while. Occasionally, a waitress would come back to refill their drinks, but for the most part, everyone had finished eating. Cloud reluctantly (though fondly) recalled his adventures off-world; Rinoa had a few silly ones involving her own wanderings with Laguna, Ellone, Zell, Irvine and Quistis. Occasionally one of the Committee would get up to head for the restroom or take a call on their phones.

"You did what to the guy?!" Vanner had just demanded of Lightning, who regarded him with a cool 'so what' look.

"He was flirting with Serah and being an idiot. What's your problem with it?" she asked coldly.

Vanner flinched at her tone and raised his hands. "Easy…" He drew out the word at the end. "Just wondering."

"I thought there was a rule against meddling with other worlds," Lightning shot back, leaning back in her seat with her flinty eyes still spitting ice.

"Well, Sora here pretty much blew that theory to smithereens," Ara joked. Sora grinned, even though he didn't know what they were talking about. "He's got pals all over the dang place, and they all know he's from another world, but there hasn't been any lash-back."

"Because of that key," Lightning said, ignoring the fact that Sora and Riku and Kairi were now listening in to the conversation.

"And the three of us," Johanna put in, pointing between her and her two friends.

"Speaking of which," Vanner interjected. He ducked down and dug in his side satchel for a moment. When he sat back up he had the notebook Master Yen Sid had shown them at the meeting. "What are we going to do about this hunt of ours?" He flipped open the leatherbound book. Most of the pages were written in English, but one page in the back had the coordinates to the first world, along with a rather cryptic line.

Lightning shifted around the end of the table in order to see better and read aloud. "Corona...where the sun blooms on earth."

"What the heck does that mean?" Ara wondered. Yuffie had been listening in and shared similar thoughts.

Lightning shook her head. "I don't know."

"Ahem!" Everyone looked up; standing near the table was the skinny guy with the laptop Johanna had seen earlier. He adjusted his glasses and rocked back on his heels, giving the Committee a rather nervous wave. "Uh, hi, I'm Riley Poole," He paused and frowned, pointing between Vanner, Ara and Johanna. "I, uh…just couldn't help but hear something about some kind of…treasure hunt?"

"You heard right. More of a clue hunt, really. Are you from Earth?" Vanner asked.

"First off, yes to the first question. I'm…no expert on clues, per se," said Riley, though it seemed a little sarcastic, "but, um…I've had prior experience dealing with, uh, that sort of cool thing and all; not that it really, y'know, matters," he said with a dry look, and rubbed the back of his neck before going on. "So, yeah, um, if you need help figuring out some random clue, here's your man." He chuckled nervously again when everyone just kept staring at him, and rolled his eyes. "Well, Sort of. I'm kind of out of a paying job right now. My best friend Ben decided to go ahead and schmooze his girlfriend, so…poor Riley's got nothing to keep his little paws busy."

"But," Yuffie butted in, "if you're from their world," she said, pointing at Vanner, Ara and Johanna, "how the hell'd you get into Radiant Garden?"

"A magic unicorn picked me up and I flew over the rainbow, through the woods and down the Milky Way," Riley said sarcastically. "Not." He jerked his thumb at the window behind Lightning. "I actually drove my car through this weird, uh, black portal thing last week and ended up here…Pretty much by accident." He glanced out the window at the fire-engine red Ferrari 360 Spyder parked across the street; a small crowd was gathered around the vehicle, admiring its low-slung body and sleek contours.

Seeing this, Riley grinned. He pulled out the car's key fob and pressing the panic button. The car burst to life as the horn blared loudly and the running lights flashed. Several bystanders jumped and stepped back in surprise. "Run, run; it's the hot rod from hell...!" Riley mocked under his breath. He turned the car off and tucked the key fob back in his pocket.

After a moment, the Committee looked back at Riley. "Well, what else've ya got b'sides that hot rod an' a flappin' mouth?" Cid barked out.

"Ohh-kay, then; straight and narrow, Mr. Barbecue Stache." Cid bristled until he realized Riley was right, and hastily wiped his face off on a napkin. Meanwhile, Riley scuffed his shoes on the floor and pushed his glasses up again. "Well, my favorite pastimes include, uhh…" He squinted up into space and started ticking off stuff on one hand. "Adventuring…conspiracy theories…uh, hacking the CIA and the FBI just for fun…oh!" he brightened, "plotting to steal the Declaration of Independence AND aiding and abetting the kidnapping of the President of the US of A… Full pardon," he added quickly, "and basically getting my nose into the real weird stuff that could hurt normal people." He shrugged helplessly, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Story of my life."

"Wait." Ara sat up. "That was you we heard about?"

"You're the guy who helped Ben Gates find the Templar treasure, back home?" Johanna exclaimed. "And Cibola? Riley, last we heard, you were all over the news!"

Riley seemed a little taken aback. "I'm on the news?"

Johanna watched him chew his lip in detached interest. "Yeah," she said, "Ben seemed pretty upset, too."

Riley rolled his eyes. "Psh, hello, best friend here!" he said, as if it was the most obvious thing. "But come on..." he turned solemn. "It's not like I can just call him up or something...my phone's got no signal, and I sure can't check my email."

Thinking quickly, Vanner pulled out his cell phone. "Here." He passed it to Ara, who handed it to Riley. "That thing's got a long-range receiver and transmitter; it can pick up and bounce cell signals from just about anywhere. It's no smartphone," he added, seeing Riley's dubious frown at the black and gray flip-phone, "But there's not much need for those around here. Just press the long-distance call button up at the top."

Johanna held up a finger to warn Riley. "Wait, Riley. Don't tell Ben where you are exactly, just tell him you can't get back for a while and you're doing fine."

Riley groaned. "Aw, come on."

"We can't have people running around in the Lanes Between. THAT's meddling," Sora said to Lightning as well as Riley. "When people from really different worlds start interacting and sharing their knowledge and stuff, that's messing with the worlds." He grinned. "You gotta blend in!"

Donald and Goofy both nodded. "Ah-hyup! Yeah, you gotta make sure not tuh mention what the world yer from is really like!" Goofy said knowledgeably, raising a finger. "Yuh gotta keep the details out, that's all."

"Yeah!" Donald agreed, waggling a feathered, uh, finger at Sora. "And no getting into peoples' business!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sora demanded, not caring about the others' annoyed glances. "I'm a Keybearer! I'm supposed to help people in trouble!"

"Not without checking first!" Donald retorted hotly, and the two began arguing. Riku and Kairi quickly had to help keep it under control.

Riley had long since lost interest. He glanced up at Vanner and his friends, then at the Restoration Committee, who were all collectively ignoring Sora and Donald's bickering. "You all right if I do this here, then?" he said, holding up the phone.

Lightning scoffed and rubbed the side of her head. "Anything to shut them up."

"Oh, then I should've gotten two ice cream cones and a puppy. Sure, Riley, as long as you go find an currency exchange..." Still muttering to himself, Riley wandered back to his booth to pack up his computer and the other various things that were hanging out of his backpack. As he was dialing a number on the phone, the group went back to puzzling through Walt's report.

Beeeep... Beeeeep...

"Come on, Ben..." Riley hissed through his teeth, listening for the pickup.

Beeeeep... Beeeep..."Hello, this is Ben Gates."

Riley perked up at the sound of his friend's voice. "Ben, hey!"

"Riley?!" Riley heard his friend turn away from the other end and yell "Abigail! It's Riley!" then come back to him. "Hang on, I'll put you on speaker." Riley waited a few moments. Then he heard Abigail. "Riley! Oh my God, are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm great. Other than being stranded with no way back," Riley replied, sticking his book The Templar Treasure into his backpack.

"Where are you?" Ben asked sharply.

Riley sighed. "That's the thing, Ben. I, uh...don't really know much about it. But...I don't think you guys can get to where I am. Which pretty much means..."

" -You're stuck."

Riley made himself nod reluctantly. "Yyyeah. You-you know, for now." He chanced a look up at the Committee. They were getting ready to leave. "Don't worry, I think I've found some, y'know, cool people. I've got supporters."

"Riley, wait."

"Seriously, Ben, Abigail, I'll be fine. Umm..." he looked up again. "Listen, I got some stuff to do and places to be. So, unless it's life and death and all the weird joys you two stuff into treasure hunting, I'll you back later, capisce? Bye." After hearing his friends' goodbyes he hung up and resumed packing.

Meanwhile, back at the table, Vanner was just polishing off the last of his fried fish. He had just raised the last forkful of tasty goodness toward his mouth when a dark object plummeted from above and plopped onto his plate. Startled, Vanner glanced down at the thing.

It was as if he'd been set on fire and hit full in the face with a blast of with pepper spray. Vanner's eyes flew wide open; with a yelp of horror he shoved away from the table, his face twisted in terror and disgust. Instincts made him hurl a small silver fireball at the object. He moved so fast that his chair tipped backwards right past the point of no return, dumping him to the floor with a deafening CRASH.

Sitting stock-still on Vanner Fyrwinde's abandoned, smoldering plate was a dark brown tarantula the size of a paperback book. Eight beady black eyes; eight long, segmented legs, thick pincers, all bristled and hairy. It was ugly as sin, and Vanner was determined to put as much distance as he could between himself and the thing. The whole Committee stared at him as he scrabbled backwards towards the nearest wall, white as a sheet and trembling like a leaf in a hurricane gale. He was literally panting with fear. "Haah - haah - haah - haah - haah!" Finally, Vanner's back met the wall of the restaurant, but he pressed himself back against the wall for a full seven seconds before he could even begin to calm down. He slumped at long last and groaned low in his throat. His breath came in trembling gasps and he drew a shaking hand down his face, still slumped against the wall.

"Gawrsh, are you okay?" Goofy asked, getting up and going over to him with Sora, Donald, Riku and Kairi. Johanna and Ara quickly ran over to their friend and crouched beside him, Jo with an arm around his shoulder, Ara squatting with his right knee on the ground, using the other as an armrest.

Vanner shuddered for a long moment, muttering under his breath, "Ohhhhh, God...Oh, God...ohgodohgodohgodohgod...sp-spider...ohh, man..." He practically convulsed and hid his face in one hand, trying to calm himself. When Vanner finally managed to regain some of his wits, he looked up shakily at them and murmured, "...I hate, hate, HATE spiders."

Johanna glanced away from him and nodded, adding, "Especially the big ones."

Cloud warily approached the spider; it sat fine and dandy on Vanner's empty dish, and hadn't budged. He placed a hand on the table near it, slamming his palm down hard enough to hopefully garner a reaction. The spider didn't even so much as twitch. Again, the ex-SOLDIER moved, this time grabbing a stray fork. When it still didn't move, he poked at it cautiously. Nothing. Cloud glanced up with an odd look in his eye. "Hey...I don't think this thing's even real."

Leon and Rinoa approached the table, Leon with his gunblade drawn for obvious reasons. with a sudden stab he impaled the ugly arachnid on the tip of Revolver and held it up for a better look. Rinoa made a "bleh" and wore a face of disgust. After a moment's examination Leon's own lip curled down in a dark scowl. "It's rubber," he reported. "Just a fake." He flicked his blade to one side. The newly-revealed prank plummeted into a nearby trash can.

Still being helped up by Johanna, Riku and Sora, Vanner's head lifted, his eyes flashing in outrage. "Then who the hell would - ?" He stopped midsentence.

All eyes slowly turned to the Committee's "Great Ninja". Yuffie Kisaragi's hands were covering her mouth, and she seemed to be desperately holding back...laughter?

Ohh, dear. Vanner's light brown eyes seemed to flash. Their silver-speckled depths turned fierce and fiery as he stared at the young ninja. "Yuffie..." His voice had become a deep and dangerous growl, very different from his usual tone of voice. "When I get my hands on you..." A few flickers of silvery flame coiled around his hand just before his Keyblade, Archangel, appeared in his grip out of a data-like latticework of gray-white light and immaterial feathers. The blade was primarily a light, almost metallic gray with pure white accents. The teeth were shaped like a basic, stylized wing with, and the sharp-tipped blade looked like a tightly closed wing about to fly open, similar to Way to the Dawn. Archangel's hilt was simple, like that of Sora's Kingdom Key or Eraqus's Master Keeper, only pronged at the ends of the guard like the boy's crown emblem. At the base of the blade itself was set a golden gem carved in the shape of the Mark of Mastery, much like the blue gem found in Oblivion. Its Keychain was a gray winged heart.

When Yuffie saw this she finally let out a squeak of stifled laughter. POOF! With a burst of smoke she disappeared before anyone could grab hold of her and reappeared at the door. "Ciao for now, guys!" she giggled, and she dashed out the door with Vanner hot on her heels, spitting mad, roaring "GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE...!" His voice vanished when the door slammed shut behind him with a great big WHAM!

Riley walked up to the group with his backpack swung over one shoulder. "Ohhhkaaaayyyy...?"

Tifa looked over at him and shrugged helplessly. "Well, it IS Yuffie,"

"Go figure."

To be continued...

A/N: That's all for now! See you all soon!