Kuja actually chuckles quietly. "Oh, I dare say I know the menu by heart at this point, but there's such a variety of choices. I will, however, remain vigilant and do my best to keep you abreast of any complications, your Majesty."

Kuja reclines in his chair, taking a drink from a bottle of water. "Who knows? Perhaps we'll be fortunate and we'll just revisit some ball in Treno, and I can regale you all with snide commentary about how the Count and Contessa are both having an affair and both know about the other and have inadvertently hired the same assassin to go after the other, what a marvelous evening that was- but I doubt it."

The Light Fantastic soars gently into the sky, minutes passing by as Vaikuntha falls away, blue sky fading to black. I don't think I shall ever get tired of this view.