Mojito had been following Kuja, for the most part, but the two had separated at some point and while Boss liked to schmooze, it wasn't quite Mojito's thing. So he wandered, listening in on the occasional conversation.
"-move on and never think about Baha Blast again-"
The little moogle came to a dead stop, a few feet away from Corrin and Bowser. Baha Blast. Baha Blast. Baha Blast.
Something about that phrase tugged at his memory, like the strangest sense of deja vu. "Baha... Blast..."
He needed to do something. Inspiration had struck. "Hey!" he pointed at the pair, something like a steely glint showing behind the dark glasses. "Thank you!"
And with that said, Mojito charged out of the party at top speed, which for a mog on a mission was fairly terrifyingly fast.
Mojito had work to do.