Warning & Disclaimer: Incest, yaoi. All characters belong to Squaresoft.

"Kiros says there’ll be someone in tomorrow to paint over the ceiling."

"You liked most of the dinner, right?"

"He’s worked out that this will cost two thousand five hundred gil to fix."

"I thought the salad was good, maybe I could have given the steaks about a minute less."

"He also told me your life is forfeit if you ever touch matches again."

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Well, it didn’t look that flammable."

The smell of scorched liquor and bananas was still thick in the air, despite the open window. Squall shook his head. "Laguna," he said not unkindly, "next time when you’re doing a romantic dinner, you can just skip the bananas foster." He relented a little. "I liked everything up until the point the room caught fire."

"There’s still ice cream in the freezer," Laguna said hopefully. "We can do sundaes. Banana splits?"

"Sugar junkie." Squall tapped his lower lip thoughtfully. "All right. Get the chocolate syrup."