Ah, good, it's morning.

Is everyone capable of tying their own shoes again?

[OK, so maybe he's rubbing it in. A little.]

Anita, I am so sorry. I don't have any excuse for --.

At least there's none of that horrid plant around our apartment.

...Cait Sith, what are you hiding there?

[OOC: Placeholder, mostly. Action for Vincent + whoever.]

Ash naked, Yuffie?

[Be just as confused as Reeve here]

So after six hours of searching, I finally find my coat and it won't --

I'll be around tomorrow if anyone needs me.