Sari: Good morning, all.

Moo: (grumpgrump)

Sari: Sooooo... I'm writing. And it's the moment you've all been waiting for.

Disclaimer: I owned it once, really. No, just kidding. I don't. Really.

Kratos was awoken uncerimoniously by a loud blasting noise.

"Ooo!" a chorus of small voices chirped. "Aah!"

"And this is the place that can only be frozen for a..." Raine began droning, her older counterpart occasionally offering an explanation.

"We must be at Thoda Geyser," Kratos thought to himself, getting out of bed with a groan. Then he realized, with swelling joy, that Yuan was coming today! Oh, joy! Oh, thank Martel!

Kratos enthusiastically ran upstairs,completely forgetting he wasn't hearing his clothes (just his underwear). Zelos screamed girlishly and threw his hand across Genis' eyes in a dramatic gesture.

"Genis! Sheild your virgin eyes!"

"Hey! Let go of me!" Genis screeched, squirming and cursing while Kratos headed back downstairs in shame.

"Hello," Yuan said, shaking everyone's hand firmly. "Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello..."

After his hellos, which took up a long time, he turned to the teenage girl next to him, who looked disgruntled. "This is Zepphie."

Zepphie was plain, with brown hair and freckles, and brown eyes. She was tanned, her shorts were ripped, and her tee shirt was stained with something. Her flip-flops were, to say the least, old.

"Hi," she grumbled, crossing her arms uncomfortably.

"Hi! I think you need some breakfast!" Colette squealed, pulling the younger girl away.

"So you are?" Yuan said, kneeling down to get on the children's level. He was looking at Genis, who grinned.

"I'm Genis. I'm four."

"I'm Presea. I'm four too."

"I'm Zelos. I'm three."

"My name is Raine, and I am two years old."

"I'm Sheena. I'm two too."

"Regal. I'm ONE. I'll be two."

Dirk gurgled.

"And I'm Yuan." Yuan said, pointing to himself.

"How old are YOU?" Zelos asked, eyes wide.

"Me?" Yuan asked. "I'm over four thousand."

"Yuan." Raine said. "Uncle Yuan."

"Unk Yuie," Regal said. "Unk Yuie, Unk Yuie, play with me!"

"Okay," Yuan said with a smile.

Kratos regarded this all with horror.

As Yuan and baby Regal played patty cake, Kratos continued to watch with horror, and then Yuan and Raine got into a long, complicated, more in depth conversation about mythril and its various properties than Kratos could understand over lunch. The lunch in itself was a disgusting tuna salad sandwich, but Yuan took it down well, and was even able to drink his "play-doh improved" lemonade with a smile.

"You're so good with the kids," Colette had chirruped when she saw him, loading more tuna salad onto Zepphie's plate.

"I love them," Yuan beamed. His previous statement seemed to be true, seeing as Sheena was climbing all over him holding her "most favoritist purpley crayon" and Regal wouldn't stop pulling his blue hair.

"It's good to see you again," Kratos said, edging away from the purple-crayon holding menace and taking a huge bite of his sandwich.

"It's good to see you too. Of course it was hell getting off of Derris Kharlan seeing that nobody likes working with the passports..." Yuan began and went onto a tirade about how horrible passports in Welgaia were, as the angels were so slow and the passport photo takers liked to frighten small children (by accident of course, but this really bugged Yuan).

When Kratos was able to get a word in edgewise, it was nearly nightfall, and therefore dinner (fish in a cheese-and-nut sauce that made Kratos seriously question if it was safe to eat or not). Yuan continued to sit and rant about Welgaia, passport issues, and all manner of things including the fact that his new apartment had a bizarre black box in it that made his bones chill every time he wandered by it.

When Kratos finally headed down to bed, he caught a glimpse of his younger counterpart fishing at the bow and Zepphie sitting next to him.

Sari: I'm being lazy. Sorry this is so short.

Moo: (grumble)

Sari: Never mind her. Reviewing is fun!

AS OF 3/20/06: I wrote more, because Moo wouldn't shut up.

Random fact of the day:

I can say "I'm a fridge" in French, "I'm a jelly donut" in German, and "Hello, Mr. Cat" in four differant languages – French, English, Spanish, and Japanese. Now, if I can find a way to make this HELPFUL...