Balthier's a bit muzzy as he wakes up later, and he snags one of the crispy things (stroopwaffles? stroopvafel?) and smiles over at Steve. "Hey. I'm awake. Mostly." He had a weird nightmare of seeing his f - Dr. Cid striding through the crowd and Evan and Isannah just leaving with him. Weird. At least it didn't wake him.
"It's easier, napping with this background noise," Balthier says as he uncurls and leans to pick up his sketchbook. Time to go back to doodling the interesting doodads on the cathedral spire? Or the dancers in the park. "Right. You said you wanted to talk?" He's got a mug of coffee, and no signs of his father in the crowd.