Sephiroth: *leans back, not seeming to care that Zack wants to read his essay work* You want to eat out? *slides open the bottom drawer of his desk, glancing down at his payslips. He pulls them open and glances through them, humming to himself as he ponders something. He pops the papers back into the drawer and slides it shut again, nodding* I have a few thousand gil that we could use to spend on food.
