Inside a hole in the walls of the ruins, the tonberry was frantically adjusting her best burlap robes in preparation. It had been over two months since she'd placed her ad in the Esthar Times. ("Small reptilian female seeking friend and possible mate. Must enjoy dinner by lamplight, sharp objects, and VENGEANCE.") Normally she wouldn't have done something that made her appear so desperate, but the Centra ruins did get awfully lonely.

     A single response came a week later - and from someone who lived not far away, only on an island off the coast. They'd been exchanging mail for the last few weeks, and tonight would be the night that they met in person. Being a tonberry, she was understandably nervous; what if he shunned her? What if he was a creep? Of course, her Chef's Knife would take care of it if he was, but she couldn't bear to have her heart broken again, like it had been by that turtapod fellow.

     There was a knock at the stone placed over the hole, and her heart leapt into her throat.

     After quickly looking the place over to make sure that it was properly gloomy, she pushed the stone away - and if she had had a proper mouth, her jaw would have hit the floor. Not only was her visitor well-groomed and handsome, but he was green! And covered with small pointy objects!

     "You must be my date?" she asked hopefully. The cactuar bounced in affirmation, the expression on his face shocked disbelief. (Although, she would later come to learn, that was the expression that usually adorned him.)

     Theirs was an evening of magic, and they had a lifetime of happiness to follow - even if Tonberry's shuffling steps could not quite keep up with the quickness of Cactuar's dash.