"Kupo Nut Bread..." He wanted to complain about how fucking unimportant it was, but he'd gotten to know enough moogles to know that of course they'd bitch about nut bread before the world would die.

"I heard about strikes and usually found the slates goin' dark. What day do they strike?" Slowly, he sat upright and rolled his shoulders.

He had some connections. Could he find a recipe for Kupo Nut Bread?