Aspel/Ari/Drake - 4:45PM along the main street.
There was nothing endearing about a Cactuar. Cactuars were prickly and by far the most annoying thing in the world. At least, they had been when he'd been 18 and his mentor had told him he couldn't come home until he'd defeated twenty of them. He'd been stranded in the Faram-forsaken desert for a week before he'd been able to collect all of the flowers. He shuddered at the memory.
Finally, the last balloon popped and he gestured at the horrid flan, waiting for the attendant to hand one over, which he promptly handed over to Ari. "Here," he said with a slight bow. "Wouldn't dream of letting you two miss the fireworks. Let's get some food and then I'll get out of your hair." Let them continue their date, and he could go home and watch the show from his window.