"So..." Yuffie whistled, her eyes following a trail of paper chains across the ceiling. "Where's the birthday boy."
Shera sighed, placing the final platter of party food onto the table. All of Cid's friends were here, and he was out in the garden, being grumpy and pottering around with an engine. Even Vincent had managed to turn up, and no one had heard from him in three months.
"You know what he's like," she smiled at the gathering. "He'd forget to eat if I just left him out there tinkering."
"You think he'd remember his own birthday party!" Yuffie pouted, stamping her foot as petulantly as though she were still a child. The big blue ribbon on top of the brightly papered box in her arms giggled up and down. "It is his big four oh."
"Yes," Shera offered. "I'll... fetch him."
It was a bright, crisp day. Shera could see a wisp of condensed air sprouting from behind a massive engine as Cid grumbled to himself. She called his name as she approached, so as not to startle him too much.