Irvine took the hat from off his crotch and scratched at his head absently. He knew the GFs were pretty damned nasty about eating bits of memory, but Quistis had never shown the slightest bit of interest in him before. Why now? Why here, in her office? Most importantly, when the hell had Quistis gotten a degree in chemical engineering?

"Quistis? You kinda ... lookin' different, babe. You lost some weight recently? New glasses?"

The Not-Quistis looked around in an obvious and rather blatantly shifty manner before grabbing Irvine by his saddlehorn. She pulled him into a sloppy kiss. Irvine flailed like a well-endowed windmill for several seconds before she let him back up for air.

"Shut up and let's do this thing already, cowboy. I ain't got all day, you know."