[The camera turns on to show one grinning Anthony J. Crowley in those nice black sunglasses and impeccable sense of style he always has, leaning back in his chair with the air of a man who not only thinks he's better than everyone, but knows it as well.]

Long time, no talk, Vatheon. Let me guess, most of you probably freaked out about the curse, right? [A scoff.] Typical. Honestly, you people will never get used to anything. Things will come and go and you'll just react the same way over and over again. It's habit, really.

[He scratches his head.]

Anyways, I've been getting a bit bored. So, I said to myself, why not once again test the collective stupidity of this bubble? Basically, I ask you some interesting little riddles, and you try to disprove my opinion by telling me the correct answers to them. But honestly, I'm not holding my breath for any geniuses out there. And no cheating by looking at a book from the library or asking someone else! You have to show what you're worth on your own.

[A pause, and then he smirks.]

So, here goes.

Can you name three consecutive days without using the words Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday? You can't use day names in any other language, either.

A man enters a bar and asks for a glass of water. The bartender draws a gun and points it at him. The man thanks him and walks out. Why?

A woman shoots her husband. Then she holds him under water for over five minutes. Finally, she hangs him. But five minutes later they both go out together and enjoy a wonderful dinner together. How can this be?

[And then he lets that all sink in, that Cheshire-like grin never leaving his face. Crowley is a jerk, what do you expect?]

Okay, go at it, all of you. Can't wait to see what idiotic presumptions you've drummed up when you reply.

I know this will be entertaining...

[ Sup Vatheon. You now have (1) mildly baffled knight blinking into the feed. He is wet, of course, but that doesn't seem to be the initial problem on his expression. It was stern, professional, as he addresses himself in an upright position: ]

Hello, my name is Suzaku Kururugi. I seem to have misplaced my location and would be most appreciative to have any information regarding these whereabouts clarified.

[ It was then his head turns to the side, revealing a frown from the tips of his lips. He is clearly confused— this wasn't the place he was just moments before. ] Nothing is familiar... perhaps the EU? [ Slightly unbelievable, yes. But with the existence of Geass and just recently stepping into C's World, the possibilities were becoming endless.

Yet now that he was beginning to register his location, Suzaku again turns to the feed, nodding just once. ]

Thank you.

[ And it shuts off. ]

[See Lea. See Lea looking really rather contemplative on the screen. Something keeps cooing somewhere off screen.]

So. First of all, what exactly do you even do for a wedding? I know Demyx is too much of a slacker for it, and I'm, jeez, I'm just eighteen.

[Pause.]

Almost eighteen. In a few days. Listen, now we're just being picky, but the point is, weddings, how do they even work?

Secondly- oh jeez Arden, c'mon-

[To those who've seen Lea around, they might have noticed a little fox like creature follow him around. What crawls onto his lap doesn't look anything like that. The fluff, the tan and brown, all of that... Not there. What is in his lap and peering into the screen is something else entirely. It's this little guy instead.]

[And then it makes a trademark Chocobo 'waaaaark'.]

So, uh, I think Arden... evolved, that's the word, right? Eevee can turn into seven different forms, aaaand... Espeon. [He snas his fingers.] There we go. I don't suppose anyone can tell me more about this little guy?

[Another wark. Despite looking like a cat, or a fox, Arden certainly seems more prone to making bird noises than anything.]

Also, uh-

[A chirp, but offscreen this time, and a small little ball of feathery fluff flops onto Arden's head. It's yellow, like any chocobo chick, but something seems to... glow about it. Lea flushes.]

The egg hatched. The, uh, chocobo egg that Stein left behind ages ago.