Zack grinned, shaking his head slightly. ”I wasn’t offering ‘cause I felt obligated!” he said. ”But alright, if you insist.” He nodded lightly and straightened, though instantly intrigued by the apparent transformation of her money. He wouldn’t have known whether it all had worked that way or not, considering he had been broke when he arrived with Aerith, but it was interesting.
“Huh, well, alright! The cafe’s this way.” Turning on booted feet, the ex-SOLDIER more than willingly led Rhyme in the direction of the cafe, right across from the Fluffy Pom-Pom.
Rhyme looked at the building in front of her and wondered how old it was. It looked run down and maybe a little eerie but all the same, the building looks nice and cozy. “So.. who runs this place? And this entire town exactly?”
"Well, I dunno, to be honest," Zack replied. "Most places here are owned by moogles." He gave a light shrug as he walked up to the cafe door casually and opened it, holding it open for Rhyme. "They all say the same thing, though-- that no one really has a clue where this place came from or how it came to be. The moogles discovered it first, I guess, 'cause they're... well, they're all over the place, hah~." He smiled at this, sky blues falling on the form of one such moogle.









