On a long, pointless walk down the fields of La Noscea, the good Major ambled for something to do. Heckling passers-by can only provide so much entertainment, he needed food, the hungry bastard. Nearing the walled gates of Aleport, a small Chocobo fluttered down to him, bearing a message; "Write your favorite food and send it back to me. -P'rita".
Flynt eyed the note, finding such absurdity in it's meaning that he felt the need to meet it with his unique brand of wit. He led the little bird to tail him into one of the few bars the bargemen have for respite on their long travels. Taking the note and flipping it over, he scribbled:
Feeling proud of his work, he settled over a meal of marmot and ale, despite his harsh distaste for the drink. At this point, he was too smug to give a damn, giving the bird some of the bread placed on the small dish by the main course and shooing it off with a pat over the head and a note in possession.
Perfect, ingenious, he's outdone himself; the perfect reply. Though honestly, it wasn't phenomenal, to Flynt it was. He kicked up his heels and let the time fly by, tipping the barkeep handsomely to assure nobody will bother the eccentric loiterer, biding his time.
Flynt eyed the note, finding such absurdity in it's meaning that he felt the need to meet it with his unique brand of wit. He led the little bird to tail him into one of the few bars the bargemen have for respite on their long travels. Taking the note and flipping it over, he scribbled:
"Your favorite food."
Feeling proud of his work, he settled over a meal of marmot and ale, despite his harsh distaste for the drink. At this point, he was too smug to give a damn, giving the bird some of the bread placed on the small dish by the main course and shooing it off with a pat over the head and a note in possession.
Perfect, ingenious, he's outdone himself; the perfect reply. Though honestly, it wasn't phenomenal, to Flynt it was. He kicked up his heels and let the time fly by, tipping the barkeep handsomely to assure nobody will bother the eccentric loiterer, biding his time.