Zack looked way more at ease with the world at large than he did last week. And he was totally going to blame the weekend, yes, chocobo and all.

"Hey, guys! I don't know how many of you are going to be sticking around for more of these meetings this summer now that class is over, but considering the last few weekends, I figure we should probably cover this topic regardless." A little grin. "Weirdness, right? It happens. One weekend, you might not be you at all, and the next you might be a parent, and the weekend after that you could be the wrong gender or five years old or a puppy."

... He actually kinda liked being a puppy.

"But what do we do if something worse happens, at the same time? What if half of us are babysitting our future kids, or are kids, when alligators that puke flying shark-toothed goldfish show up? Who's going to do the fighting? Maybe it won't even be a problem, on the weekends where everyone turns into somebody else, but when there are more people than usual to keep safe, how are we going to juggle that?"

"This may be a topic you'll wish to speak to the magic reserves about as well," Arthur continued, "Nevermind support. Of course, there are only limitd things we can do; I'd suggest leaving up notes for yourself if you've changed, something which I believe support has already covered. In terms of actual fighting..."

Beat.

"How capable are any of you of remembering how, let alone acting on it if any of these matters occur?"

"Be sure to take some extra cookies today if you guys are leaving soon," Zack added, absolutely shamelessly. "And even if you aren't. There's never a bad time for cookies."

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