The shorter (by only an inch, though) blond paused his spell as blue eyes shifted back to the other. The question was somewhat legitimate, but who would raise a flan of all things, he had to wonder. They’re kind of… weak. With a shrug of his shoulders, the incantation was stopped, as it apparently required further investigation.
”Can’t say. Maybe it attached itself to cargo that was coming here. The Peristylium might have a lot of security, but there are ways past it.“ He mused aloud, with a tone that was as apathetic and bored sounding as usual. Now he just wanted a parfait or something cold from the Refresh Room, so as soon as the monster was taken care of, he could be on his way.
It would seem his protests had been a success, as Vaan watched the other lay down his arms. If the flan did belong to anyone, the question of how to know whose it was remained. They could hang posters. If there were any bill boards around, the owner would likely see it. Though, Ace’s suggestion seemed more likely.
“Attached itself to cargo? It’s kinda small to have gone through an entire trip from the wilderness, dontcha think?” Then stumbling around the subject that had come to his mind, Vaan searched for the right way to say it, “Wouldn’t it be more likely that a… well … bigger one would have… like a … mommy-flan… maybe?”
If that were the case, there were bound to be more.
