"Let's say it's that." He plops onto the chair next to Edmund's and gets some food, himself.

"I just feel that if anyone is going to be disturbed by my lack of faith I'd rather have it out now than later."

"I'm not getting the joke."

"High Summoner Braska married an Al Bhed, Wakka, and Edmund," this time he pronounced it right, "is from another world. Come on."

...grumble grumble arm fold.

"And you're taking him with us."

"He's useful! And pretty. But mostly useful."

"Hmm."

"I am both of those things! Besides, the more the merrier, no? I specifically bring merriment in the form of expert swordsmanship and lots of fire."

"We already have fire."

"Do mine ears deceive me? Is Lulu complaining about too much fire?"

"Hmm."

"Fire is really the kind of thing where you either want none of it or a lot of it."

"Not true! Sometimes you only want enough of it to set the plant-based fiend attacking you on fire."

"...ah, perhaps this is a magical difference - do you only have the kind of fire that spreads beyond where you put it? We don't tend to do that."

"It's inelegant."

"I burn exactly what I want to burn," says Lulu, raising a hand and pushing some fire out of her palm. "Not more, not less."

"'Ts usually more than I'd burn," Wakka mutters under his breath.

If looks could kill.

"Then I firmly agree with Lulu that the correct amount of fire is a lot of it."

"Hmmm."

"That means she likes you," Zei stage whispers to Oni-Goroshi.

Edmund finishes the last of his strange and exotic (to him) fruit. "Shall we, then? I know we're apparently on a schedule."

"The schedule's not that tight."

"If we wanna make it to the Kilika Temple before sundown, yeah it is. And not all of us go to bed as late as you, mister."