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I’ve always felt that cooking for someone is a fantastic way of showing that you care, even if you’re just cooking for yourself. It signifies a level of independence. Not just that you can survive on your own, but you can thrive. I like cooking for my wife because it shows her, and myself, that I am capable of taking care of her when she needs it. I also like giving her something delicious to eat because, hey, who doesn’t like good food? Lately I feel like I’ve been dropping the ball at home, cooking quick dinners for my wife and I after an exhausting day at work. It’s so easy to throw some frozen chicken patties or whatever in the oven and sacrifice quality for relaxation. But the truth is, a great meal after a hard day at work is an excellent morale boost throughout the week. So I think I’m going to plan at least one production of a meal a week.
And of course, we’ve got a free weekend. Once my on-call shift ends, I think I’ll head out to the grocery store.
As I got home from work and pulled into my driveway, I noticed my neighbor’s kids playing with nerf guns with a friend of theirs. My neighbor’s kids are about 10 years old, a boy and a girl, and their friend is similarly aged. As I got out of my car, they decided to ambush me. I laughed as I was pelted with nerf darts, and immediately went to the back of my jeep where I keep my Dystopia Rising stuff. Keeping in my jeep just makes it seem grottier and more post-apocalyptic. The chilcren look on in slack-jawed wonder as I pull out my DR weapons: Two Hammershots, and Slingfire, an uruk-hai replica sword and my 30-inch round shield (the stick jock standard). All of my guns are painted up to look nice for DR, so naturally they ditched all of their weapons in their yard and asked if they could use mine. Of course they can, and my neighbor’s son asks if I’ve ever heard of a thing called Final Fantasy.
Those were his exact words. “A thing called Final Fantasy.”
"Kid," I say, "I’ve been playing Final Fantasy since before you were born."
"I like Cloud!" he shouts, and takes up the iconic Cloud pose with the sword. It dawns on me that the kid is wearing what looks like an attempt at a Nomura character costume. Long shorts, sleevless t-shirt, a prominent belt, and two pieces of fabric tied on his wrists. "I wanna be a mage!" He informed me, and I told him that with the sword he’d make a fine Red Mage. He decided he’d rather be a sword-wielding Black Mage, and y’know what kid? Shoot for the stars. Go be a sword wielding Black Mage.
His sister immediately grabs my two revolvers, the hammershots and immediately starts doing Yuna poses with them. She, unlike her brother, was not conflicted about what she wanted to be. I let her practice shooting at my shield, and she actually proved to be a decent shot for a ten year old.
Their friend took my slingfire, but was unfamiliar with Final Fantasy. Get with the times, kid.
So they asked if they could play in my yard, and I let them after setting down some safety ground rules. They spent the next two hours grilling me about Final Fantasy.
I asked them, since they seemed to be referencing FF7 canon a lot if they had played Final Fantasy 7. They had never heard of it, which gave me a good laugh. “Final Fantasy games used to just have numbers,” I told them. They seemed bewildered by this.
"Did you know Final Fantasy is on Netflix?" They asked.
"Yes, Advent Children is on there."
"What’s your favorite Final Fantasy character?"
"Setzer Gabbiani from FF6." I replied.
It continues like this until my wife gets home, and they go into her about Final Fantasy.
My wife and I were part of a Final Fantasy 7 RP chat on AOL when we were kids. She starts dropping knowledge.
As I’m walking in, one of them says “Kevin, is there a blue mage?”
Yeah, kiddo. There’s a blue mage, and they are awesome.
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