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2nd moon [voice]

No good, they don't have... How does this even work? I'll stay away from it for now...

[Rummaging noises come from the journal, numerous but careful. It sounds like someone is exploring the item shop.]

I apologize for bothering everyone, but could anyone recommend objects that are helpful to a household? Specifically, objects that are necessary for a new arrival or that can keep the house organized and clean. I'm not familiar with most of the products I find here, and I'd rather not bring anything that is useless or dangerous home. I'd be most thankful for your help.

[He falls quiet, and for a few moments only the sounds of items being moved can be heard. It appears his message is over, but-]

Also, Ceodore. What blade are you currently using?

[With that, his post is truly over.]

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[Maybe a small one.]

Both? And more cookies. I think we're out.

[Cookies = Ceodore's favorite food ever. There are never enough. As it is, he's already making his way to the house. Must check on the junkfood supply, after all.]

I'll return right after I pick them up.

[Which means that Ceodore might cross the path of a small table, a bunch of rags, a mop, a bucket, a box of lightbulbs, two laundry hampers, a small trash can, a set of bed linens and a pile of assorted food. Rumors of a man bearing them all are unconfirmed.]

[Score! Big pile of stuff means Dad's back with food. The aroma of pizza's waiting at the door when Ceodore walks in. As is the happy warbling of Kelmis who goes racing towards the pile to shove his little chocobeak into it.]

Whoa whoa! Get out of there!

[Time to make a mad dash for the little black bird before he's the happy recipient of that food stash.]

Hmm? Ceodore, is something- AAAAAAAAAAACK!

[...The good news is, Cecil managed to snatch the food away before it could end up in Kelmis' beak. The bad news is, everything else is now falling. Hope Ceodore is good at dodging!]

[Not a bit. Stuff comes crashing down on him, just as he gets that little feathered bundle of trouble in hand's reach.]

Ow...

[And yet Kelmis is warking away, pretty oblivious to the trouble he's caused.]

Sorry about that. You okay?

[Cecil received a metal bucket on his toes, but luckily most of the pile fell in the other direction. Otherwise, his head would be done for.]

...Nothing is broken, no one is broken, and the food is safe. Let's count that as a victory.

[But Kelmis still gets lightly thwacked with the dust rags.]

Bad chocobo. Human food is not healthy for you.

[There's a disgruntled WARK from the chocobo, and then he picks up one of the offending dust rags in his beak and waddles away with it. Who knows what it's for.

Meanwhile, Ceodore's at least got the good grace to start picking things up.]

I need to build him a pen. He's getting too big to stay in the house.

[Not to mention way too much trouble.]

[Hopefully Rydia will not mind getting less rags than planned. Then again, what could Kelmis possibly do qith it?

Cecil joins him after setting the food on the table.]

A wooden pen, or one made of stone? Golbez said that materials are available, but I wouldn't know where to look.

[Oh ho ho! Cookies~! Ceodore swipes one for munching on while collecting the rest of the mess.]

I think wooden. Easier to build taller, more likely to keep him in. Unless he squirms through the rails.

Would it be solid enough to withstand the local weather and events? There's also the risk of a fire.

Hadn't thought about fire. There was an earthquake a few months back too.

An earthquake? Were the houses very affected?

Quite a few. That's how Selphie ended up living with us. Her building was damaged... and I didn't like her being all alone in that place. Uncle, Frey and Sonic stayed with us for a while after that, until the buildings were repaired.

That was very kind of everyone. I doubt she wished to stay alone either. I've met Frey, but not Sonic. Is he a friend of your?

He was. A blue hedgehog. He's been gone for months.

[Happens a lot around here. People come and go.]

I suppose I'll not be able to meet most of the friends you've all made here, with all those disappearances.

[He sounds saddened by this.]

There's been quite a few.

[He'd say you get used to it, but honestly... you don't. Sigh.]

It's been harder for Selphie. She's really sociable and some of her really close friends have been sent home.

And even when she makes new friends, the previous ones cannot be replaced. I suppose this is the price to pay to befriend people from other worlds.

Yeah. Each time it happens, she takes it harder. And... I worry what if..

["... what if one of us is the next to go." He can't begin to imagine living without her now and he wouldn't want to. Smitten princeling is smitten.]

[Cecil would love to say that it won't happen, that they'll find a way for everyone to return home while still keeping in contact, but he knows damn well he can't promise something like that, and he refuses to make a promise he cannot keep to his own son.]

...If you worry too much, you won't enjoy the time you spend together to its fullest.

Yeah.

[Ceodore looks away and falls silent, trying to decide if he really feels like he should admit to what's been on his mind for a while. Before he can stew on it too much, he just blurts it out, although he just can't bring himself to look at his father in the process.]

I want to take her home with me.

[That might be a sideways admission of how he feels about Selphie.]

[...So Ceodore is that serious about this relationship, then. On the one hand, Cecil quite approves of Selphie. He has no doubt that with her by his side, Ceodore would be able to rule Baron justly and happily. But on the other hand...]

Have you asked her about it? Remember, she does have a life, friends and family in her world. She might not be willing to give that up, even if it is for your sake. You'd be asking her to follow you to a world she does not know, possibly with no way to see her home again.

No, not yet.

[Because he's afraid of the answer. Afraid of exactly what Cecil brought up, that she may not be willing to give up her friends and her home.]

There was an experiment last month and...

[He's turning red. Very very red. For good reason.]

I asked her to marry me. She's not ready. I'm not either. But I can't take it back. And I won't use the experiment as an excuse.

[He's asked her to-!? ...Foolish, impulsive children. If the circumstances were not so dire, he'd smile.]

Even an engagement is a serious commitment, Ceodore. You are certainly not ready to marry, and that you know so proves that you can be trusted with such a decision. However, there is always the possibility that you will not be able to bring her home, and there is also the possibility that she will refuse even if you can. What will you do, if that happens?

[Choose your answer carefully, because it is very important.]

[In his defense (which he'll never utter on his own behalf), he was under the effects of a 'love ramped up' experiment at the time. And the proposal was the least of the results of it.]

I don't know...

[The very thought is too depressing to dwell on enough to come up with any sort of reasonable decision.]

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