"No way..." Gelin sat back, taking a moment to consider the validity. "I don't recognize your names, but I know the ones they talk about in the Village of Santa Claus. Anise? Santa? Not the actual Santa, but the guy that used to run the bank? The people that had businesses moved here.

"Anyway," he straightened up and pulled the blanket off his head. "I did meet one years ago. She was searching for a Moogle in a black mage hat, had golden hair and pointy ears. She was beautiful...." He gazed off into the distance, thinking of the girl he could and and should have asked out.