Room 308, Monday, Mid-afternoon
Rikku didn't know what it meant that, whenever she wasn't herself for a weekend, she was usually very cute but kinda dim. That hinted at seriously unpleasant conclusions and she was going to not think about them.
In the mean time, she was writing a chirpy letter home to Yunie. And wishing they had the satellite connection set up already, although really, it was kinda for the best that things weren't in place yet. If she was right about what they could possibly get going, it'd mean cell phone coverage for bits of Spira, which was unbelievable.
But it was only a maybe, and it wasn't set up yet. Which meant she'd probably spared herself an embarrassing phone call home, while a toddler.
(Expecting one, before he transmogrifies, but is very open for any others!)
In the mean time, she was writing a chirpy letter home to Yunie. And wishing they had the satellite connection set up already, although really, it was kinda for the best that things weren't in place yet. If she was right about what they could possibly get going, it'd mean cell phone coverage for bits of Spira, which was unbelievable.
But it was only a maybe, and it wasn't set up yet. Which meant she'd probably spared herself an embarrassing phone call home, while a toddler.
(Expecting one, before he transmogrifies, but is very open for any others!)