"I'll save the gossip," Ari decided after a moment, "as it's a great deal of the same, in the end. No one ever accused the nobility of creativity, present company excluded." She had seen the chocobo before, of course. She herself had never been overly fond of the birds, but this one was indeed very well-behaved, so she could not say she minded its presence. Given the option, she preferred more modern modes of transport, or crystals in a pinch, but Altair's mount certainly couldn't hold that against her.
"The Founders play, then," she said once the bird had been retrieved and they were back out on the street. "They seem to have gotten a better director, at least; about half of the text is unaltered but he seems to have a fresh take on the feel of the thing - not that they could do much worse than the incredibly tedious version they put on last year. In any case, he's put most of the action sequences back in, taken that insipid love story out, and actually insists that the founder of the Bards' Guild play his or her own instrument, imagine! No more butterfingers dropping his harp while the music continues from offstage."