C'taqa laughs again, tail giving a flick. People do tend to accusingly say he's making them gain a few pounds they'd rather not. "I can't help it. I like to put my all into everything I do, including food."

Thancred chuckles himself, settling into a more comfortable posture and folding his arms. "This and that, really - as dismissive as that sounds. Perhaps you could consider me a sort of cutpurse for hire. And of course, a Scion..."

"Scions of the Seventh Dawn," C'taqa hurries to clarify. "I'm one too. We...basically help protect Eorzea."

"How succinct," Thancred murmurs in amusement.