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[b_a_n_g]

[Ugh, what an asshole. Who answered something like this and not just ghost the other person? As usual, Eustace could do nothing right in his opinion.

Fine, let's get this over with.]

I assume you commissioned a ring for your better half. Where did you do it and what did it cost you for trade?

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[flamekthunder]

[If he sent it like a day later he would have been left on read for different reasons—

But oh? This is an unexpected question...]

I've used this jeweler for a number of things, including the ring.

[Insert name here—]

As for the cost, the materials and some others that could be collected in the area.

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[b_a_n_g]

[Fine. Useful information without being catty about it. Practically friends now.]

Very well. How long was the turn around time once you provided the necessary materials?

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[flamekthunder]

[He can at least be cordial about this... Even if he's curious.]

It depended on the work as well as their schedule, but for Tifa's ring it was about three weeks.

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[b_a_n_g]

That is a reasonable amount of time for quality work. Do they offer resizing?

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[flamekthunder]

Yes, usually within the same day, next day the latest if they're busy.

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[b_a_n_g]

Better than expected service. They'll do then.

:D

[starshower]

[It's then that Tifa wanders into the room, spotting Eustace with his journal, a look of focus furrowing his expression ever so slightly. Curious, she slides up next to him with a curious tilt of her head, trying to sneak a little peek at the journal.]

... Who are you talking to?

[And as soon as Eustace shows her the messages—

At first she's a little confused because Reaper, of all the people? She knew that they weren't ever on the greatest terms despite her own amicable relationship with the man, but it all starts to make sense as soon as she reads the rest...

And rather than an answer from Eustace, he'll find Tifa's (somewhat) neater scribbles. Only somewhat because they are very excited scribbles.]

Wait, is this what I think it is!?

[b_a_n_g]

[Reaper had planned on that being that. He had the information that he needed, and now he was going to have to determine the best way to subtly get the materials necessary for this.

That's when he recognized Tifa's neater hand writing, and he stiffened. Eustace, you traitor!!! Excellent, he had his reason to nurse more ill feelings towards the man.

To Tifa though, well, he liked her in his own way.]

That would depend on what you think it is.

[starshower]

[She's just going to hold up a finger at Eustace. One second... she needs to ask.]

Is this ring for anything extra special? Not every day you get one custom made for someone.

[b_a_n_g]

[If it was anyone else except maybe Susato, he likely would have refused to answer. But this is Tifa, and she gets a bit of a pass.]

Potentially. Can you think of anyone deserving of a custom ring that we both know?

[starshower]

I can. Could it maybe be a certain chef at the Wild Harvest?

[b_a_n_g]

Perhaps. He is mine already. It seems fitting to put a ring on it. Would you disagree?

[starshower]

I wouldn't.

Does that mean we'll be hearing bells in our near future too?

[b_a_n_g]

That would depend if he agrees to receiving the ring from me. If there are some bells, I can count on you to assist, yes?

[starshower]

Of course you can!

[SHE'S SO EXCITED?!? This is so sweet!?!?]

You can count on both of us!

[Sorry, Eustace. The wife just volunteered you, and there is no way out of it now.]

[b_a_n_g]

Oh really? Well, you and Eustace would make lovely flower girls for any ceremony.

[He was going to use and abuse Tifa's tolerance to torment Eustace.]

[flamekthunder]

[And Eustace is taking the quill to immediately right in his usual clear script:]

Pass.

[b_a_n_g]

Sorry but your wife volunteered you. There is no pass. Believe me, you'll pay for it for years to come if you even try.

[Reaper had done 'pass' in a different relationship. It hadn't been a good time.]

[starshower]

[And Tifa is taking the quill right back!]

We'll help with whatever you need. You just let us know. I still have a list of all our vendors that helped with ours, so I'm sure they'd be glad to look after you two!

[And she's just going to give Eustace a little look before she's handing him the quill back, quietly reminding him that he's probably just joking!!!]

[b_a_n_g]

Again, the old chef could reject my offer. We might be counting the eggs before they hatch.

Start with a ring. Move to a date. Then vendors. I'll make you both wedding clothes.

I suppose I'll need a best man to speak only of my highest of qualities too...

[If not flower girl, Eustace can struggle through saying something nice. Worth it for the torment.]

[flamekthunder]

[Oblivious to Reaper's thoughts but getting the ominous premonition that he's involved somehow, he'll take the quill to jot a quick response.]

Good luck finding one.

[b_a_n_g]

Thanks for offering. I knew I could count on you, amigo.

[flamekthunder]

You can't be serious.

[b_a_n_g]

I'm sure your speech will be electrifying.