"All you gotta do," Zell tried to explain to Squall, "is kiss her. Like this..." Zell leaned in to demonstrate but...

"I am NOT kissing you, Dincht!" Squall pulled back.

"Oh come on!" Zell threw up his hands. "We're not really kissing. It's just practice."

"Uh-huh," Squall said with skepticism. "I really don't think I need practice with this."

"Oh really?" Zell crossed his arms. "How many girls have you kissed?"

"That's not...that's none of your business!" Squall's face turned red.

"Seriously?" Zell asked again.

Squall sighed. "Okay, none. Still, not important!"

"Well, you don't wanna be all cold-fish when you lay it on Rinoa," Zell insisted. "Just pretend I'm her, and I'll judge."

Squall looked carefully around the room. He thought he locked the door. He grunted. "Okay, okay. But no funny business!" Squall warned.

Squall thought he locked the door. Unfortunately, he was wrong, and Irvine walked in to see two of his friends in a lip-lock. Squall and Zell pushed away from each other in a blink, both their faces red.

"Shit," Irvine spat into the air. "Okay, Xu! I owe you fifty gold."