"Hmm... What do you guys think about Rydia?" Edgar asked his companions.

Four sat on the deck of the Falcon, an airship currently landed in a clearing amid a forest. Three of the four were males discussing a topic with some enthusiasm, and the other was a bored female trying to enjoy some sun.

The reason the airship had landed was simple logistics. The group aboard was large, and therefore, landing here was to forage, to explore, and generally, for the seventy people aboard to get some space for a while.  

The reason why the group was so large however, was in a way thanks to Rydia. Two summons from her world had gone rogue, trapping the Eidolons in the Feymarch as they escaped to another dimension. She and her friends had chased them, but in the process they found the rouge summons had begun to threaten other worlds with their dimension hopping. And so, as they chased, the group of allies grew and grew until a full seventy people had to cram into whatever airship worked best on each world.

In this one, the more spacious ships like the Ragnarok or Highwind would attract too much attention. And so, the Falcon had been the only ship remotely large enough and close to the technology of the world they were on. The party had learned from the mistake of trying to fly the Ragnarok over Lindblum. It was fortunate they had realised the problem of flying a large, unfamiliar ship when the airships that tried to intercept them were friendly. And no matter what Selphie and Zell claimed about the weapons of the red dragon-like ship, none of the others were enthusiastic at the idea of shooting down any other airships that got in the way...

These four on the deck were four of seven who had been tasked with watching over the ship while the others were to spread out and explore the area. Three others remained aboard the ship normally, but none of them were experienced fighters or, in the case of Larsa,  was more content with a support role in making potions.

"Oh.... Yeah, Rydia..." Zidane smirked.

"I agree... Oh yeah, Rydia." The third male, Irvine, commented.

"I'm tempted to tell Oh Yeah Rydia what you three are saying so she turns you into the pigs you are..." The female, Zidane's twin Mikoto, commented from nearby.

The males blocked her out and descended into full perverse swing.

"She dresses so nicely as well... That dress she wears, just, wow..." .

"Personally I like her boots... As long as leggings. Nice shapely legs to go in them too..."

"Cute butt..."

"Oh, but when she casts some spells the way everything just... flutters about. A great view..."

"Still, got to wonder... is she a natural green?" Zidane wondered.

"I think so, but speaking of natural... Tifa?" Irvine then pondered.

The other two stared blankly.

"Oh, right, cosmetic surgery isn't around on your worlds, is it? What I mean is, do you think she had any... enhancements done?"

"They're real." A comment came from elsewhere.

"Enhancements?" Zidane wondered.

"Ah, I think I know what you mean... You think she had her breasts made larger?" Edgar asked.

"She didn't."

"I don't think she did. She doesn't seem like the kind of person who'd do that. Why would a martial arts fighter cause herself problems like that deliberately?" Zidane said, in a rare show of logic.

"Exactly, it's just her sports bra she says. Just makes them look bigger."

"Still, it's an interesting surgery..."

"Nah, I think I'd prefer a girl to be herself." Zidane noted.

"Wish she'd told me what the hell a sports bra is..."

"Whatever floats your boats, guys... but man, Cloud is one lucky son of a bitch, huh? Two hotties after him... If I were him though I'd go for Tifa. Perfect ass, especially with that tight skirt. If she high kicked me I'd die a happy man... And her body as a whole, just so well toned..." Irvine grinned.

Someone sighed as Edgar spoke up.

"Personally, I think Aeris has her merits. That polite sort of girl next door attitude, well... Let's just say in my experience, behind closed doors the girl next door can be a wild animal. And her attire leaves a lot to the mind's eye..."

"Wonder what kind of underwear she has? We've all seen Tifa wears black shorts or thongs on good days... but what does Aeris wear?" Zidane wondered.

Another sigh.

"I bet plain. Plain white or pink panties. Maybe even with a bow." Irvine suggested.

"I think so too."

"Of course, it'd be nice to think she hides something more adventurous, wouldn't it? Silky red... or black... something sexy below that rather plain exterior..."

"Or maybe she wears none..."  Irvine pondered.

This caused another sigh.

"She wears big bloomers."

"Who wears bloomers?" Edge asked as he climbed the stairs to the deck.

"Aeris, according to Mikoto, but I think she's just grouchy." Irvine smirked.

"You guys started talking without me? Damn it... Who'd you cover?" Edge frowned.

"Just Rydia, Tifa and Aeris... And we're trying to figure out what panties Aeris has." Zidane said.

"You spoke about my Rydia when I wasn't here to talk about her beauty?! I'm hurt! I've been talking with Edward about poetry and everything!"

"You tried to describe her as a 'beautiful emerald lass, with great tits and a nice ass' if I remember rightly. I think you suck at poetry." Mikoto noted.

Edge ignored her critique.

"I could write some poetry about you... Has no magic, so is not a witch, but sometimes she can be a real..."

"Hey, watch it, I don't care if she's being little miss snarky pants or not, she's still my sister." Zidane cut him off.

Edge grinned, having made his point, but Mikoto shot back.

"How about ending with snitch? Cos I'm tempted to just tell all I heard to the ladies... Rydia knows that nice pig spell..."

"I read somewhere pigs can orgasm for half an hour." Edgar weighed in, getting a disgusted look from Mikoto.

"How the hell would anyone know that?! And why!?"

"Just letting you know Piggy isn't the worst thing in the world."

"Never mind, let's keep talking. Hey, why don't we guess underwear the ladies all have? Since you guys tried Aeris." Edge continued.

"Well, we know Tifa, Selphie, Lenna, and Ashe. Fran's not rocket science, and I think the girls with dress spheres change their underwear with every job. " Irvine mused.

"Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we ask an expert?" Edgar grinned.

Mikoto sighed.

"Ah, come on, Blondie, let us know just one..." Edge tried.

"Okay, fine. I'll let you know. I will wear your gods-dammned guts for garters if you four keep this stupidity going."

"Well then, I guess my intestines are lingerie... " Edgar grinned.

Mikoto stood and left.

"Screw it, I'm going to go relax somewhere else."

"Squall, Tidus and Cloud were on woodcutting duty..." Zidane added.

Mikoto seemed to ponder this for a moment, and then in the blink of an eye had run off.

"...Why did she run that fast?"  Edge wondered.

Zidane grinned.

"Oh, she acts all high and mighty about us being a little perverse... but let her know there are three guys who might have their shirts off... She's my sister, so she's going to be pervy in her own way..."

"So what you're saying is I should take my shirt off more..." Edge mused.

Three other voices, in unison, shot him down with a loud "No".

There was for a moment, silence.

"Soooo... What do we think Rinoa wears?"