Ales would have to eat twice his weight to make any effect on the ice. Not that he thought about that unfortunate fate. Explosions were a cooler way to go.

The waiter stopped by their table and handed out two stiff sheets of paper with the menu written on them. The corners were stained from the passing of many hands.

"Soup sounds good. Barely stew?" There was a regular old potato stew listed, but that reminded him of Yuffie's annoying nicknames from the day they met.