"Right here." He pulled out the large tin from the basket, the payment for a small service, and held it out toward her. "I'll go clean up the bedroom from the mess you made earlier. I should make you do it."

But the truth of the matter was that Angeal didn't exactly trust Yuffie to get the job done right and he was a perfectionist when it came to the care of certain things that included his friends.

Mogington was already on the job cleaning up. It was something that he did well since he came to Angeal's service. He didn't mind working at all and in fact, he was starting to look a bit muscular for a moogle.