Rikku was having a ton and a half of fun at this festival. The games here were fantastic, and the prizes, too! She and her friends were rolling in new stuff, which was awesome, of course. Less awesome was that she still hadn't seen Uncle Braska or that Auron fella like she'd been planning to, but she was sure they'd show up eventually.

After a while, when they were starting to have a hard time carrying all the stuff they'd won, Rikku had finally offered to poof it back to the room they'd been staying in, saying she'd be back in just a second. (No point just poofing the stuff there, or they'd never find it again!) But her aim wasn't perfect on the way back, and she'd reappeared in another part of the festival altogether.

"Oopsie." She looked around quickly. "Rakka? Stitch?" she called, but of course they would still be back at the games... well, she'd just head on back to -

Just then she was distracted by a funny hat a little ways off. Wasn't that what Uncle Braska had been wearing in his picture? IT WAS! Delighted, she zipped over and tackled him in the back of the head, without even seeming to notice that he was inexplicably six feet tall. "Uncle Braska!!" she exclaimed.