Something about the way Sun said that caused Foulques to let out a short laugh, a rare, real smile crossing his face. Part of him wanted to give the gangly mammet a friendly slap on the back, but that may well send him flying off the chair, so he restrained himself to a pat of what passed for Sun's shoulder instead. "Hah!", he said. "Only you would be concerned about such things after being told about a magical rain."

"In any case, you needn't be concerned. Even if you could find a proper mop, there's no more water in the building than there generally is. How the passing rain washed it away then, I don't know, but tis unwise to look a gift chocobo in the mouth, especially here."

"And speaking of gifts, did you find any unexpected items waiting for you when you came in to recharge?"