Peering around at the house, Rakka knew it would take some cleaning up. But that didn't matter--nothing that could be had for free was going to be in perfect condition, and she was used to dealing with used things.

Rakka spun to face Rikku when she heard her friend gasp, and then drew a sharp breath herself. She had never seen an animal like that before, glowing and snowy white like that. Could it speak?

"H...Hello? We're sorry for... Barging in. Is this your house?"

She felt a little silly, but she had spoken to a meerkat before; it was better to be polite, after all.