Dissidia Final Fantasy

Inside, lined up orderly into two groups of five, were ten moogles. Each was adorned in a servant outfit similar to the moogles leading them, floating in front of a grand table. “Welcome, Warriors of Cosmos! We hope you enjoy our humble feast!” they called out at once, adding a synchronized “kupo!” as an afterthought. They separated and the full table came into view, the three warriors’ eyes going wide. A fantastic spread was prepared and waiting for the three when they entered the room. Fruits, meats, goblets of wine, deserts: everything they might want was provided for them.

“Wow…these little guys sure can throw a party,” Zidane murmured, taking in the sights appreciatively. Terra set the moogle in her arms down, smiling at the little creatures. “You did all of this for us?” she asked, growing fonder of them as the minutes went on. “That was extremely sweet of you, wasn’t it Prishe? …Prishe?” The half-Esper turned, looking to see where there comrade had run off to. Zidane tapped her shoulder and pointed with an amused grin towards the table. Prishe was already seated, biting off of a large piece of what appeared to be behemoth steak. “Seeeew gewwwwwwd,” she moaned happily, swallowing before taking another huge bite.

Terra giggled as Zidane rolled his eyes and walked her over to her seat. Like a gentleman, he pulled it out for her and helped her scoot forward when she was seated. Terra gave him a smile, which he returned. The Elvaan girl paused momentarily from her eating, watching the two interact with a small twinge of jealousy. ‘Geez…’ she thought. ‘How about a look in my direction for once? What’s wrong with me? It’s not like I’m weird or anyth-OH MY GOD, THEY HAVE SARDINE SUSHI!’ The girl resumed her eating at twice the speed; Zidane and Terra quickly grabbed their own portions of food, lest it all be lost to the ravenous girl.