Zack sank down lower on the seat, legs splayed as boots scuffed on the floor. His butt won't thank him for this later, but there was only so much posture he could take sitting in a chair like this. And besides...it was really obvious by now that Angeal wasn't here. He doubted the man would have survived a day without some coffee.

He'll let Cid finish the preparations; it's obvious the man had a bit of a territorial issue regarding fluffy bits of leaf.