Marina was gonna laugh so hard that she had to clutch at Sven to not fall flat on her ass. (Again.) Stupid go-go boots.

And then she was going to try, with all of her might, to summon up an expression that could pass for indignant outrage, or at best, utter confusion.

"Your ... oth'r chick's a drunk baby chocobo!?" she gasped.

Noes! Of all the secrets to withhold! From her, and from Fred Gladys Tifa-Anne!