[ cell phone call to Cid ]

[ongroundedwings]

[waits for Cid to pick up]

Captain? I'm finished refueling the ship, and I'm having the computer run all the standard diagnostics.

Are you ready to go yet?

Did you pick up everything I asked?

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[ voice ]

[teaisfortobacco]

[The occasional grunt to indicate that he's listening.]

Finished? Good. Don't worry yourself, I'll be ready when I'm ready. Got most of the fuckin' supplies you asked for, just needed to find the damn butter.

Anything else you wanted while I'm out, because you know we ain't stoppin' again for a long-ass time.

[voice]

[ongroundedwings]

Well, the diagnostics'll take another hour, hour and a half at most. We shouldn't need any repairs, so that makes our time of departure... Two hours from now, factoring in takeoff procedures.

I gave you a list of everything the crew will need for the next week or so. It should be thorough.

I was... [softer] Ah, I was hoping for a little time with you before we took off, Captain.

[voice]

[teaisfortobacco]

Yeah? Well, that should give us enough time to get everything else ready, if that damn numbskull crew will move their asses. If they start fuckin' off, tell me and I'll get their asses in line.

[Another grunt, then a sigh.] Well, damn, we'll have to see how much fuckin' time we have, but don't worry about that either. Now that I don't have to stop Yuffie fuckin' stealin' everything in sight, I'm sure we got time.

[voice]

[ongroundedwings]

Will you call me when you're on your way back, dear? I'd like to put on some tea for you-- Ah-- One sec--

Those boxes go in storage room three, Seth-- Yes, right down the hall, to the left-- Other left!

Sorry, you're right. I should get back to herding our lambs. [quiet laugh] Come back soon, okay?

I miss you.