"Honest... not a clue but... BUT I figure our Moogles could at least speak up and say something, no?" he says, blaming both, but more blaming his own Moogle.

Turning to make sure he hadn't lost the girl around a corner, he spies her spying on the decorations. "Looks like Halloween is coming... It was April before I got here." Hmm... that'd mess up his birthdays...