Besaid Beach, Spira, Thursday Night Fandom Time

[the_merriest]

Rikku didn't feel 18. 18 sounded like a big, important sort of age. She was just Rikku.

Then again, she had had a pretty productive week. The cell configuration in Mushroom Rock Road was repaired, and Besaid now had its own tower, too. More importantly, the airship was fixed, thanks to her favorite Turk. Even Cid had stopped hating him

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[raspberryturk]

Reno was making faces as he attempted to get his hair to stick up in all of the directions that it was supposed to, rather than all of the haphazard cowlicks that he'd gained when he'd been tackled and noogied by some guy who looked as though Hojo had crossbred Rude with a chocobo, fed it sugar, and then stole half of his shirt.

Yes, there was a method to the hairdo, damn it.

"Could'a given me some warning on that one," he groused for about the twelfth time, spitting in his hand and trying again. He'd kill for some hair product right about then.

[the_merriest]

"Okay," Rikku said cheerfully. "Here's your warning: Wakka is awesome and he might do that again. You look like a dork."

She leaned over to give him a quick kiss.

[raspberryturk]

Oooh. Kiss! Okay, Reno could live with kisses.

"Apparently I do dork like a pro, even when my hair doesn't look like a friggin' mog's nest."

Spit. Spike. Fail miserably. Sigh. Repeat.

"I'm gonna invest in a helmet before I visit next time, yoto."

[the_merriest]

"We don't even use helmets for blitz," Rikku giggled. "Besides, then you'd have helmet-head. Helmet-head would be worse, wouldn't it?"

She eyed the mess critically. "You know what I think would help?"

[withoutverona]

... and there the cell phone went, ringing away.

[the_merriest]

Oh! Her phone! Rikku was going to scoop it up and cross her fingers that the signal held.

"Helloooo, Rikku's House of Pancakes," she announced. "We've got waffles, we've got syrups, come on down and get a great deal!"

Rikku had missed phones. A lot.

[withoutverona]

"How are your strawberries?" The voice on the other end of the phone asked. "I need strawberries for them to count as pancakes worth eating."

[the_merriest]

"Our strawberries are fabulous," Rikku giggled, trying not to squee when she recognized the voice. "We have strawberries imported from a special field, where we hire people just to walk up and down the rows and say nice things to them. These are well-loved strawberries. Before we mush 'em up, I mean."