The Side Effects of Unoriginality

Author's Note: I do not own FFX-2. I simply own the plot and grammatical errors.

Chapter 6: The Merriest of Them All

The next morning, I woke up in a tangle or arms and legs, buried in the middle of my sleeping friends. The room was quiet, still drenched in the serenity of a new and beautiful morning. Well, I shouldn't have said quiet, more like…not so noisy. Was that—is that Paine making that noise? Oh, wait until I get this on comsphere—I'll own her ass! But anyway, all joking aside, it was a relatively good feeling, waking up in this sweaty, damp conjunction of limbs. It felt good to be wanted, like the first drops of rain, ending the dry spell.

I tugged myself loose from Yuna's protective hold around my waist, shifting slightly so that her head didn't fall quite so hard against the floor. I maneuvered free of Paine's leg, which was wrapped around mine a little tighter than was necessary. Scuffling to the door, I peered back over my shoulder at my two sleeping friends and smiled. I had missed them and I was glad that they had returned to me. It seemed as though they'd never left at all and if anyone had watched us last night, we would have seemed normal. Just teenage girls having a much-needed sleepover.

I trudged towards the bathroom and locked myself in for a half-hour. When I returned to the room I'd shared with Yuna and Paine, cleaned up and dressed, I found them still asleep. When I thought about it, I realized how odd it must be for me to wake up at such an early hour. I took a peek outside. The sun was hardly glaring at us from over the horizon and I had washed away all signs of sleepiness already. Strange.

I went to the bed and stared at them as I sat on the edge, wondering what their dreams were filled with. I wondered if they were unhappy dreams, if they were unpleasant dreams. The smile on Yuna's face told me otherwise, however, and I smiled too, reveling in their sleepy joy with them. I think I could have been happy the way I was, watching them sleep forever, just to know that they were all right—to know that our friendship hadn't dissipated into thin air. I was happy to know that it was still alive, beating ever so loudly now that they were in such close proximity. But that was shallow. Even on the other side of Spira like they were, I knew that nothing had ever really changed.

"You're up early," Paine said sleepily, though her bright red eyes were trained on me with such deliberation that I doubted she been that deeply asleep.

"Comes with the territory, ya know?" I giggled, folding my hands on my lap. "Cid makes up get up early—desert heat is awful here. So we work until it gets too much for us to bear. In the mornings, it's not so bad, so that's the ideal digging time."

"You're digging…for machina parts?"

"That and rebuilding them. Home isn't just gonna reappear outta thin air," I said thoughtfully. "It's the least I can do. I'm Al Bhed, too, aren't I? So I have to help. That's what I wanna do. So here I am, doin' just that."

"You really have grown up," she mumbled, snuggling back down into bed.

"That's what Rosemary told me. I don't think so," I said. Offhandedly, I added, "Maybe I have. I don't think I'm quite as childish but hey, I'm kinda biased."

"You're not the silly little Al Bhed that I knew before. You're really something else, Rikku. I can't imagine the actual strength it took to handle what we did to you…what we were trying to do for you. But you managed…and you're a better person for it. At least, that's what I want to believe."

"When you wake up, tell Yunie that there's breakfast in the bar," I said, watching her heavy eyelids close on themselves. She was sleep before I closed the door behind me.

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I was out and about that morning, busily working with two other diggers who were somewhat offset by my suddenly sunny disposition. They came to join me after a while and we dug our hands into the soft, compacted sand, parts of it moist from the humidity. Standing there with the two of them, we stood up tall, marveling at the hole we'd managed to dig out and all of the wonderful machina left buried there beneath the sand. We each went to work tossing parts into our respective trolleys, quiet as we worked. Of the two men, it was the younger one to speak first.

"E's kmyt ed'c hud cu rud dutyo. E drehg ed yldiymmo nyehat," he said, wiping his brow with the length of his forearm. His skin was dark like Buddy's, his eyes the same vibrant shade as the rest of ours.

"Tet ed? E ryth'd hudelat," the younger one said, staring at his brother with admiration. He was the type to hang on his brother's every word, but also the ambitious one. He'd do any dirty deed to get what he wanted.

"Dryd sekrd aqbmyeh drec fad cyht. Ed sygac dygehk dras ybynd dryd silr aycean, druikr," I said.

Peering over at Dezba and then back at the moist sand, I kneeled down to inspect it better. We were in the desert, but we had the Oasis, didn't we? It had to rain eventually, so maybe he was right. Glancing down at the wet and gritty particles that clung to my palms and had wedged themselves under my fingernails, I smiled at the evidence of my hard work.

"Oui'na nekrd. E ryth'd druikrd uv ed mega dryd. Pid cdemm," the youngest one said, crossing his arms over his chest in frustration. He'd come to the same conclusion that I had. Rain was just not something one expected in the desert, especially here. "Fryd tu oui cibbuca pnuikrd uh dra cittah nyeh?"

The older one gave me a wry glance and I didn't like the way the light glinted off his eyes all of a sudden. Something mischievous was dancing in the depths of his eyes and experience told me it was at my expense.

"Fru ghufc? Syopa ed ryc du tu fedr Rikku's haf jecedun," he said, barely able to control the amusement that sprung forth from the tone of his voice. Oh, the implications.

Man, I hate being right.

I blushed brightly and cast a glance over at the older of the two brothers. It wasn't like I was ashamed, it was just the way he was making it sound. His younger brother, Vin, had always liked me. We both knew it, but he wasn't my type. He was young and spoiled and he tended to throw a tantrum whenever he didn't get what he wanted. If I were going to like anyone, it would be his older brother, the mild-mannered Eigg. He was easy to talk to and understood that life did not revolve around him, a concept his brother didn't seem to understand.

"Ed'c hud fryd ed cuihtc mega, Vin," I cooed, tossing an evil glare in Eigg's direction. Still, I don't think it mattered. He was doubled over with his laughter while I tried to keep poor Vin from breaking like the glass house that he was. "Ra uhmo sayhc Paine yht Yuna. Ra'c zicd paehk y sayhea ypuid ed," I said, smiling brightly.

But of course, Eigg couldn't leave well enough alone. Why would he?

"Actually," Eigg said thoughtfully, his laughter residing momentarily in his stomach—where it BELONGED, in my opinion—"I meant the blonde boy who was asking about you earlier today. He's definitely Al Bhed with those eyes of his. He's attractive, I suppose. Still, I didn't think guys like him were your type."

"Eigg! Fuimt oui lid ed uid ymnayto!" I scolded, though I could only be so upset. Vin wasn't my type anyway. I was merely caught in the midst of sibling rivalry—not over anything in particular, but just caught up in its momentum. "You're not helping here at all!"

"Rikku, ec dryd dnia?" Vin asked innocently enough, his bright eyes watery from the tears that threatened to burst from the betrayal he thought he was suffering. He's such a pain!

"Hu, ra'c zicd paehk y MEANIE!" I said, glancing over at Eigg from my shoulder. "Mega E cyet pavuna," I said, turning back to Vin in my arms.

"Drah fru'c dryd ujan drana?" Eigg asked, peering up at the tent not thirty feet away.

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I had rushed up the tent as quickly as I could, taking the long way, though I was sure he'd already seen me. I tried to get my hands clean, but sand wasn't the easiest thing in the world to dispel—especially when it was wet. I managed though, most of the gritty pieces finding a new home on the sides and backs of my shorts. That was more than I could say for my fingers on the other hand. The nails were drenched in said and dirt, nicked and dinged up from my constant run-ins with machina pieces, hidden beneath the sand.

As I steadily climbed up the slope, coming out of the tiny ditch I'd been in with Vin and his cruel, older brother Eigg, I saw him come into view. He stood there, completely enveloped with the feel of having returned here, to where we'd once been all together, all along. But god, was he beautiful. Of course, I'd never tell him that—his ego had to be as big as Sin. He didn't need any help from me inflating it. He was clad in his armor and a cocky smile, though I could only wonder what thought had crossed his mind. When he caught me from the corner of his eye, I held my breath and repressed a smile. It was always teasing that came next. Why ruin it with my newly found self?

"Hey, it's Cid's girl," he greeted, his green eyes smoldering with something I couldn't decipher.

"I have a name, ya know!" I hissed at him playfully, putting my hands on my hips defensively, though this was merely apart of the game.

"You know, the last time I saw you, I thought it was impossible for you to be any less naked than that," he mumbled, but I caught his words in the wind and blushed immediately.

"Eteud!" I screeched, punching him in the chest, only semi-playfully. When I composed myself again, I regarded him warily as he stood there, nervous.

"You're awfully feisty today," he grumbled, smoothing the pain from his chest with his hand.

"What are you doing here, Gippal?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest, still gazing at him suspiciously.

"Don't act like you didn't miss me," he said smugly, peering over at me with his one good eye, the other one hidden behind his eye patch. "I know you did."

"I did not," I pouted, though I knew how much I had. It'd been nearly two years…again. He must think I like avoiding him.

"I guess saving the world makes you too busy to come see me. But, I understand," he said, feigning hurt feelings. I scoffed, rolling my eyes and punched him playfully again. "But it's just funny to find you here—willingly. I thought you and Cid kinda ground gears whenever you two were near one another?"

"Something like that," I said, giggling at his analogy. Now that's a good one. I just I wish I had thought of it first. Damn him and his creative Al Bhed mind. "You never did answer my question, ya know."

"Didn't I?" he said, shrugging. He ran his hand through his spiky blonde hair and turned to give me a rare smile. "So—

"Rikku!" Vin called, standing beside his brother with something between a scowl and a grimace that looked oddly out of place on his golden, innocent face. His sneer became vicious when he saw Gippal inch closer to me with that casual playboy smile of his. "Fru ec drec kio?" Vin found himself demanding.

But Gippal played right along with him, knowing how I felt from how tense my shoulders were at Vin's voice. He knew this guy had no claims to me.

"E's Gippal, ran mujan, yldiymmo," he said casually, wrapping his arm around my waist firmly, pulling me close to his body, despite my squirming. Had he been working out or was he always this…masculine? "Didn't she tell you?"

"Knock it off, you jerk!" I bellowed, still squirming against him to no avail.

He held me firmly at his side, my body pressed quite comfortably to his, despite my better judgment. This was not what I had in mind when I thought about our over-due reunion. Of course, I was finding that things hardly ever went the way I planned them. I might as well give up planning altogether, since nothing ever went according to my plans anyway.

"Ymm nekrd, muja sivveh," he cooed, nuzzling his face against mine, thrusting my face suddenly into flames as my cheeks burst to life with color.

"Gippal!" I hissed back at him, turning awkwardly in his arms.

When I looked at him, I'd meant to hit him. I'd meant to scream his head off. I'd meant to do anything but what I'd actually done. I must have forgotten the proximity of his face to mine. When I turned to tell him off, I opened my mouth, but I captured something else instead. My mouth managed to find his in something like a kiss.

I was caught there for a long, lingering moment. Though, the way my head was spinning, trapped in the strength of his arms, it could have only been three wispy seconds for all I knew. I'd lost sense of time and space itself. I was in his world now.

"You two seem close," Yuna said, her hands tied behind her back, something like laughter echoing in her voice.

"At least, you look closer than you were two years ago," said Paine and I could hear the acidic amusement in her voice, too.

I tore myself from Gippal, slightly dazed and disoriented, but mostly together. What I couldn't comprehend was how it happened, since I'd given up trying to figure out what happened. It was true that I wanted to yell at him, to scream at him for being so—so damn Gippal-ish! But I couldn't. I think I rather liked the feeling. Shaking my head slightly, I cast a nervous and very toothy grin at Yuna and Paine, who were both smirking smugly at Gippal and I, as we stood there, wrapped up in our thoughts.

"Idiot!" I half-heartedly screaming, jabbing him in the chest playfully, though only he was aware of this. "What the heck was that?!"

"Aw, come on, kid. It's not like you didn't like it," he chided, ruffling my hair with his hand. I fumed underneath him and pulled away once more. He feigned hurt—or at least I think he was pretending. There was a flicker of honesty in that pained eye.

"That was terrible!" I squealed, though most of my momentum was gone now, replaced with that icky bubbly feeling I'd had when our lips were pressed together. "Eugh! That was the worst!"

There goes that look again. I wonder if he's faking it…?

Something behind me made an agitated growl before storming off. Turning to look over my shoulder, I saw Vin's back before he disappeared down the slope, obviously going to bury his hands in a pile of machina before he used them to rip apart Gippal's masculine, muscled body. Now that I mentioned it, that actually sounded like something I'd pay money to see. Gippal would tear him to shreds effortlessly.

"I keep telling everyone that she and I are quite the couple," he said with a lazy smile, taking me back in his arms, crushing my body to his, though I didn't mind.

"Fryd yna oui cyoehk?!" I gawked, punching his chest lightly, halfheartedly again. He smiled down at me again and I just huffed in silence, Paine and Yuna watching us with amused grins.

"So, what's up, Dr. P?" he asked, turning to face Paine and Yuna. "I'm assuming you called me down here for a good reason—aside from seeing Cid's girl here."

"I have a name!" I cried from beside him, helplessly.

"I was the one who called you, Gippal," Yuna said lightly, a smile still tugging at the corners of her lips as she spoke. I could only grimace.

"Uhm…what's up?" he asked, staring at her strangely, though he was the one holding me to his body—as a hostage, mind you. "Is there something I can do for ya?"

"I need you to attend…" she said, trailing off as she twisted her fingers around themselves in a nervous habit she'd learned from me sometime ago.

"Attend what?" he asked, slightly miffed, as she was still beating around the bush. I didn't blame him. The anxiety was building inside of me, too, making me more frustrated than I was curious. Shocking, I know.

Paine sighed into the air, obviously just as annoyed as Gippal and I were.

"She's getting married and she wants you—and Rikku—to come along," she said, dejected as usual, despite the smile she got from saying 'you and Rikku.' I scoffed, only to be taken off guard by what I heard her say.

"Yunie's getting married?" I squealed, twisting in Gippal's arms, suddenly overwhelmed. "OH! It's about time that idiot proposed!"

"What idiot?" the idiot in question said, having walked down the sandy slope from the Celsius to where we were now, just a hundred or so yards from Cid's meeting tent. "Who? Me?"

"Well, duh!" I said, making a face at him.

"I'm not the one caught under my boyfriend's arms," he said, a low blow.

"He's not my boyfriend!" I shrieked, thrashing against Gippal, wishing he'd chime in and help me with this. He didn't. it wasn't like I expected him to anyway. Hope was a fleeting thing anyway.

"Aw, Rikku," he cooed into my ear, "don't you think it's about time we stopped lying to them and told them how passionately our hearts burn for one another?"

I gawked at him, my mouth slightly agape. Obviously, the sun was affecting his brain's ability to function—horribly. I growled at him before I tugged myself free, running to Yuna and Paine for safety. Of course, I had to remember how much of child Gippal was. He chased me around the three of them—Paine, Yuna and Tidus—until he finally caught me in his arms again, both of us out of breath.

"Rikku's always good for a laugh," he said at their suspicious eyes, letting me go, though I didn't wander far. I was too tired.

Despite their curious glances, though, that didn't make me move, either. Still tired. So I stood beside him—I must be a glutton for punishment or something. Honestly, staying beside the idiot who'd previously kissed me and held my hostage—out of breath and panting. But with him standing so close, it was hard to concentrate. Or maybe that was the sun? As we stood there in front of my friends, a blush—and not just any blush, mind you—crept into my face. Sometimes I hated being so golden. I refused to believe it was anything aside from the intense heat. I refused to believe it was him—especially him. It was the sun—I was out of breath, I kept telling myself. That was all it was, because it couldn't have anything to do with how close he was to me, how his panting deeply resembled…

And there goes that creative mind of mind, I cursed. Teenaged hormones! Curse them, too, I say. Always getting us innocent girls into trouble with those idiot machina men…

"So when is it?" I asked, my mind focused again. "When are you two love birds gonna tie the knot?" I asked, returning to my usual silly self, much to everyone's pleasure.

"In about two weeks," Tidus said, draping his arm over her slender shoulders. He smiled down at her and she returned the grin, something tender about the moment, so I looked away, not wanting to pry. "We came down here to get you and Cid—and everyone else we could."

"So then, why is he here?" I asked, casting a quick glance at Gippal.

"We thought you'd enjoy his company at the wedding. Besides, we decided that you're gonna be Yuna's maid of honor…and he's escorting you down the aisle," said Paine with a smirk.

"Gah!" I groaned, kicking the sand as Gippal laughed, nudging me playfully. I scowled at him, but let it pass. It wasn't his fault he was being asked to tag along, was it? "Wait—what?" I asked, snapping my head back at Paine, who seemed to have noticed the gears grinding.

"What part didn't you get?" said Paine in her monotone, which drove me absolutely insane sometimes. She was in serious need of a hug and I'd be the one to give it her, she just didn't know it yet. "Maid of honor. You. Gippal. Down the aisle together. Got it?"

This time, not even Gippal's strong arms would have been enough to stop me. Gravity didn't even stand a remote chance. I sprung free from the world like an enraged feline and pounced my cousin in such a fluid movement that no one expected it to have come from me—clumsy, klutzy Rikku. Of course, what they didn't see was how easily I tripped over the air, the momentum of my previous action making everything seem smoother than it really was. I was grateful. I clung to Yuna desperately, squealing happily as I bounced with her, still wrapped in my arms. She smiled and laughed with me, so I knew everything was all right.

"Oh, Yunie! You don't know how happy I am!" I squealed.

"I knew I couldn't have anyone else…no one but my best friend, of course," she said, hugging me tightly, smiling into the open air. "You'll be my maid of honor then? Honestly?"

"Of course, Yunie! You don't know how happy I am that you'd even consider me to take on such a big responsibility!"

"Tell me about it," hissed Paine from beside us sarcastically. "I'm guessing she hit her head or something…" But I could see the smile on her face, too, as slight as it might have been. That might have explained my next irrational move.

I sprung from Yuna and intertwined my arms around Paine, trapping her arms in my embrace, mainly so she wouldn't swat me away like the pest she'd claim me to be. On the inside, I'm sure that she loved every minute of my overly affectionate displays of care and love. She just had an image to keep, I told myself as I held her in my arms, smiling in spite of my impending danger. I guess that's what shocked me the most. I didn't feel her struggle or threaten me or anything that felt Paine-like. She just sort of stood there and let me hug her willingly, which was a change as far as I knew. Either that or…

Afraid of what I'd see when I looked up, I peered up nervously and squeaked at what I saw in her bright, now flaming red eyes. I leaped from her and hid behind Gippal, peering around him to see if the menacing fire had been put out. When I knew she wasn't looking, I stuck out my tongue at her, which Yuna saw and laughed at, Tidus mimicking her for my antics.

"Meanie!" I cried from the safety of Gippal's brawn, praying it would be enough to keep the red-eyed harpy away from me. In case that failed, I'd find Dezba and run into the safety of the scorching, heat-stroking weather. It was safer than Paine, fiend-less or not.

Then everyone burst out into laughter, Paine included, though it was more reserved than everyone else. I peered around at the laughing faces of my friends and smiled warmly. I had missed them…all of them.

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Later that afternoon, Yuna, Paine, Tidus and Baralai—for god knows what reason—decided to drag Gippal and I to a bridal shop in the middle of Luca. I tried to get Rosemary to help me out of it, but she and Cid seemed to be against me today. With warm, traitorous smiles, they let us go, dragged my our hairs, into the bustling city of Luca, the source of my last anxiety attack and spell of hallucinations. Wonderful.

Still, for the amount of fuss I managed to stubbornly ground out, it wasn't as bad as I made it out to be. I didn't think so. Inside the bridal shop, there were about a thousand lovely, too beautiful to be real dresses. They hung like heavenly wings on hangers, staring in the light of their beauty, beckoning like the forbidden fruits they were and I was Eve. Oh how tempted I was.

I separated myself from Yuna and everyone else, finding an aisle towards the back, where I heard the dresses calling to me, asking to be stared at. I sucked up all of their grandeur, my eyes thirsty for their gifts. They were too lovely, too magnificent for me. I was a grungy Al Bhed teenager who spent her waking days digging in the sand for machina. This place was not for me—or anyone like me. It was for people like Yuna, reserved people. She deserved this sort of thing, not me. I deserved my sand and my machina.

But I could pretend too, couldn't I? I could act like I belonged here, though I clearly did not. That was the point of pretending though, wasn't it? Temporarily forgetting the truth to have some fantasy or another indulged momentarily. That was what I was doing. Pretending.

"They're so…they're so gorgeous." I breathed, too timid to actually press my fingers to their glorious auras, for fear of destroying whatever harmony they had.

"I never took you as that kinda girl," Gippal said from beside me, his eyes following my now quivering hands as I trailed them over the aura of the dresses. "But hey—you are a girl in your own special kinda way."

"Shut up," I said, though I wasn't paying him any attention. I was too absorbed in these lovely things, things that would please Rosemary and her lustful eyes that loved all things pretty. She would have died if she came here and gone to the Farplane happily.

"You like them so much—why not try one of them on?" he suggested, now beside me with strange, swirling eyes. There was something there that I didn't know. Something unlike the Gippal I knew. "I don't think it's such a bad idea."

"Neither do I," said Yuna, something draped over her arm, wrapped in plastic. "That's why we brought you here. We picked out a dress for you—but you're so tiny that we didn't know if this would be small enough for you…"

That was just like Yuna, worrying herself to death. I couldn't blame her. It had to be something in our blood that made us worry so much. I was guilty of the same crime always, especially when she was. Worrying was our secondary hobby, saving the world being the first.

What had in her arms was my dress, something my shaking fingers were too afraid to touch, though my body willed them forward, pushing my legs into motion. I fell into place just in front of her, my hands hovering over the dress thoughtfully, hesitantly.

"Just take the dress already," Paine snapped from beside Baralai, who seemed particularly impressed with himself for something or another. "Go in there and try it on."

I did as I was told and scuffled to the back of the shop, where the changing rooms were.

It only took me a few moments to change my scanty work clothes into the beautiful, form-fitting maid of honor's dress. It was sleeveless, the bust held up by a different colored strand wrapped just beneath the bosom area. The fabric wrapped itself tightly around my wide hips and straightened itself down to the ground, billowing out slightly. The sleeveless creation was an odd color—it was a russet goldenrod, closer to bronze in the dim light. I guessed it was much lighter when I stepped out, which I was now dreading. But a gentle knock came to the door, and I realized it was only Gippal.

"Come on out already," he teased. "No one cares what you look like in there—we've all seen you in less than that dress before. Half-naked seems to fit the image I'm thinking of…"

I growled and stormed out of the dressing room, prepared to tell him off. However, for the second time that day, he stopped me. His expressionless face, his bulging eyes, his smiling mouth—they all made self-conscious suddenly. I turned from him, whirling around to see what had him so speechless. I wish I hadn't; whatever it was he was seeing had the same effect on me, the exact same. I stood there, wide-eyed and speechless, staring at myself. I wasn't a vain sort of person, but I had to admit that I was stunning. This dress did wonders for me. It was a wonder I hadn't noticed this before.

"You look gorgeous," Gippal finally managed to say, after he remembered how to breathe. "I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life…"

"Stop it, Gippal," I said, fighting the urge to blush, failing miserably.

As I stared at myself, I felt a pang of something too familiar rip at my chest. Its sudden onset was debilitating. I buckled at the knees and crumpled down, falling in on myself. I'm lucky that it was only Gippal there. I couldn't have suffered like this—freely, openly and unashamed of myself—if they'd been there. I just couldn't have. I wasn't surprised to feel him kneeling beside me, holding me in his arms.

"Rikku—hey, Rikku? You in there?" he asked, whispered into my ear. "What's wrong?" he asked as a lone tear streamed down my face. "Rikku…?"

"I'm just…happy," I said, knowing it was all a lie.

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Author's Note: I know that I put a lot of Al Bhed in here, but it seemed natural. However, if that becomes a problem, then I'll gladly change the way I put the translations in here. It might be easier for you, my readers that way. If that's the case, would you mind awfully much telling me so? I'm ever so willing to please.

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Translations

E's kmyt ed'c hud cu rud dutyo. E drehg ed yldiymmo nyehat. –I'm glad it's not so hot today. I think it actually rained.

Tet ed? E ryth'd hudelat. – Did it? I hadn't noticed.

Dryd sekrd aqbmyeh drec fad cyht. Ed sygac dygehk dras ybynd dryd silr aycean, druikr. – That might explain this wet sand. It makes taking them apart that much easier, though.

Oui'na nekrd. E ryth'd druikrd uv ed mega dryd. Pid cdemm, fryd tu oui cibbuca pnuikrd uh dra cittah nyeh? – You're right. I hadn't thought of it like that. But still, what do you suppose brought on the sudden rain?

Fru ghufc? Syopa ed ryc du tu fedr Rikku's haf jecedun. – Who knows? Maybe it has to do with Rikku's new visitors.

Ed'c hud fryd ed cuihtc mega, Vin. Ra uhmo sayhc Paine yht Yuna. Ra'c zicd paehk y sayhea ypuid ed. – It's not what it sounds like, Vin. He only means Paine and Yuna. He's just being a meanie about it.

Eigg! Fuimt oui lid ed uid ymnayto! – Eigg! Would you cut it out already!

Rikku, ec dryd dnia? – Rikku, is that true?

Hu, ra'c zicd paehk y MEANIE! Mega E cyet pavuna. – No, he's just being a MEANIE! Like I said before.

Drah fru'c dryd ujan drana? – Then who's that over there?

Eteud. – Idiot.

Fru ec drec kio? – Who is this guy?

E's Gippal, ran mujan, yldiymmo. – I'm Gippal, her lover, actually.

Ymm nekrd, muja sivveh. – All right, love muffin.

Fryd yna oui cyoehk?! – What are you saying?!