“Something that small, I mean… It adds up over time, but no one turns to stone just ‘cause they light their own cigars.” Cid absolutely did use his magic when it was perhaps not necessary. “…Don’t worry. It does kill them. We’re granted a single mercy, in that it does end. It’s less entombed in it, and more that the very tissues turn to stone.”

Man, what a bummer. But Cid doesn’t seem too worried about it.

“I’ve got plenty of practice,” he replies with a laugh. “You should see me on a boat, it’s even more impressive when the ocean’s trying to throw me. …But yes, I think I’d like that. If you’re not drunk, this whole thing is unequal. Can’t have you remembering everything I say, now.”

He snaps his fingers at the case. “Look, you’re almost finished with that one. Crack on, hand it to me, I’ll open it for you.”