“Are all your friends so fun?” he lets out a dark chuckle. Seems he was at least hard to phase. Cid was a good candidate to bear all to- he could take anything in stride, lighten the mood, or take the piss out of it.

“…That can certainly be arranged.” Cid matches the mood with his own voice, hand traveling from his forearm to his shoulder. He turns and tilts his head enough to scratch Vander’s neck with his stubble as he whispers in his ear. “I reckon we find somewhere better to tell them. Unless…”