( There's a defeated huff as Cid remembers his jacket is back home, allegedly, and he gives a small shrug before resting an elbow on the bar, chin in hand. Sure he'd approached, but up until he'd set foot in the establishment he'd been none the wiser. There's little point in saying as such, Cid knows better than to argue such points with Benedikta and if she wishes to believe a worst case scenario then so be it. )

And yet you're still talking, despite nothing to say. ( Teasing is easy, second nature, but for once Cid reigns it in for the time being )No lecture, not today. I think all this new world shit is enough for both of us to be putting up with.

( Cid falls silent, only distracted from his thoughts when the drinks arrive and...well, it still looks suspicious. ) Thinking of saving this world?