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You're making this old man sad, Jill.]

Then I think it's high time we find something worthwhile. And by "we" I mean Clive.

Now why are we involving him?

[She's certain he doesn't know what kind of humor he likes himself.]

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[Exactly.]

He could also use a heavy dose of it and you both might be able to have some fun with it.

[Don't make him say it.]

[Say it. Use your words, Dad.]

...I take it he didn't enjoy the gnomes either.

[Remember the last time you said that.]

Not particularly, no. Threatened to throw my phone away.

I find it difficult to blame him. Impossible, really.

At least we both know we don't enjoy gnomes.

[Or whatever else Cid finds hilarious.]

I think you should still give them a chance.

But all right, fine. No more gnomes. Perhaps moogles would have been more palatable...

For future notices, no. Moogles would not be more palatable.

[She's absolutely no fun.]

I think our own little Hideaway moogle would take offense to that.