Just as quickly as her ... odd expression had surfaced, it was hastily done away with, not even risking clearing her throat as she quieted down, locking her gaze on a cluster of weeds to the left of their blanket and throwing away the key.

"No ... I mean ..." If ever there was a time in her life when she wished she could preemptively prevent her face from turning red ... now was the time. Because she knew it was coming.

Moogles.

"It's okay. You really don't have to."