[ It's not weird Roland, it's called giving birth. It's a beautiful thing. Look at the higgledy children you're making.

Anyway. The fun and games must always come to an end, and Tidus is satisfied; not knowing right then what Inigo is doing, but if he were to see the other guy giving the creatures kisses? Typical -- guy should run a kiddy daycare. But Tidus isn't left to himself, as he drops himself onto the floor cross-legged, higgledies of every colour deciding to surround him as a place for them to play their own little games. Clambering over his legs, doing their tiny celebratory dances. ]

I dunno, we didn't plan nothing. [ That isn't the response Roland wants to 'where are the surveys', and not so lightly, but hey, they can't be that far. Tidus sparing a glance over which way, and isn't that some papers on the floor over there?? Eh. ]

You'll get them back. [ There we go. ] So, how're you feeling about it? Think you got enough people up to helping out?