Kazahaya sighed. He wasn't used to having to communicate to figure out what was going on. Quite the opposite- usually, he ended up finding out more than he wanted to know, completely by accident. This no-powers thing was tricky.

"Sweet bread," he proclaimed suddenly. No, he hadn't seen a sweet bread stand. He had formed a plan. "Everyone loves sweet bread. If we make sweet bread for the moogles, they'll be sure to cheer up."