"An' here I was, bein' afraid it was going to be a waste of time." Reno shot a small smile in Johnny's direction, feeling infinitely better now that things weren't weird between them. He probably shouldn't have worried.

"Worst case, we definitely get some decent experience beatin' the shit outta some things." Reno stretched and held out his hands toward the fire's warmth. "Maybe we'll get lucky an' something'll drop something valuable."

Apparently some of the monsters spit out their own crystals, if not chunks of gil. Reno never understood how monsters managed to give up gil, unless it was the remains of some other poor sap who didn't make it. Maybe one of these days a monster would cough up a pair of pants. He found himself chuckling, albeit morbidly, at the idea.