”We would have heard if a mother flan had been in the school, though. I think it’s by itself.“ There was lots of food brought into the Peristylium, after all. It could survive if it was inside one of the crates, for sure. At least, that was Ace’s reasoning. He was also the last to know things, usually, so for all intents and purposes, Vaan could be correct.
”Can I kill it now?” Even if it was a pet, though, it was away from its owner and decidedly, that meant he could get rid of it. Monsters weren’t allowed in the building, after all. His shoulders slumped while he waited for permission, something unusual and strange for himself to do for most anybody, actually. In actuality… he just didn’t want Vaan to complain. “If we let it grow up it could just cause problems.”
That. Did make sense. Perhaps not a mother flan then.
Still, some bit of the wannabe sky pirate felt sympathy for the jelly. Stretching himself back up to a standing position, he stood near it, but enough back that he wouldn’t accidentally squash it with his feet. It seemed innocent enough, shouldn’t it be allowed to live out its little flan-life?
“The little guy’s not hurtin anybody. Why don’t we just … let it hang around a bit and release it to the wild or something later?”
He doubted Ace would respond to that approach, but it was worth a shot. Then, half-joking and half in a final plea, he teased Ace with a child-like whine, “An’ wook at its widdle face.”