"I'd like to call it our first formal date." Basch corrected warmly, amusement crossing his face at the idea that they'd never actually been on a real one despite everything that had transpired between them, and the state of their relationship at present. The nip felt strange if only for the fact that he wasn't entirely used to experiencing it through a layer of clothing, reminding him that they spent an awful lot of time together in various stages of undress, despite whether or not there was anything wanton involved.
"Practically?" Basch tried to sound offended as he added a little playful pomp in his voice, though it was difficult to keep away the air of delightful amusement. "I assume in the same sense that you're practically an expert with your gun. Perhaps we need to find more trouble in Midgar so I might show off more thoroughly. Six generations of fon Ronsenburgs would roll over in their graves if my skill level remained at 'practically'." His eyes fell on the album, then looked around the room once more as if he could find another box full of albums that he could also take if they planned on going through pictures. Instead, his head tilted to the side as he read off another label. "Family videos." It was a much smaller, little more than a shoebox, and he tugged it out to glance inside. It was strange to see vhs tapes instead of discs, and he wondered if he could even locate something that would play them while they were in town. It was certainly small enough to bring along.
"So, a box. Willard, keep her out of trouble, will you?" He nodded to the stuffed animal as he disappeared from the room for a few minutes and traversed back to the main office.
"Back already, are ya?" Emmitt chirped from his stool. "Find what you're lookin' for?"
"More than I ever could have." Basch replied happily, nodding. "I don't suppose I might trouble you for a box? There's much to go through and I haven't the ability to carry it all back with me."
"Sure, kiddo." The stool creaked under the man as he bent forward, his upper half disappearing as he ducked under the counter to rummage around. "They aren't put together or nothin', but I've got tape if you want to fold it up right for yourself." The top of his head appeared over the edge of the counter again, bespectacled eyes watching the young man over the expanse of wood. "that's an awfully pretty girl that's totin' you around. Pretty as your ma ever was. She keeps you in line good, amiright?"
Basch laughed and nodded, his arms folding over his chest as the smile stayed. "More than I could begin to describe."
"Good. You treat her like a queen, you hear me? Ah! Here it is." Finally, a sizable collapsed box was offered to Basch, who stepped forward to take it so the awkward weight wouldn't trouble the old man too much.
"Yes, sir." Basch nodded, already moving to press the sides of the box together to construct it's more useful form. "Thank you. We shouldn't be much longer. I imagine you're closing up relatively soon?"
"Oh yeah, got me a hot date tonight." The mustache wiggled with the man's laughter, and he waved his hand to allow Basch to return to what he was doing. "You take as much time as you need. If ya make 'em wait they get all hot and bothered." Another wheeze of a laugh carried through the air before it stopped short, and Basch found himself getting stared at with a stern eye. "Don't you do that to yours. It's bad manners at your age."
"Yes, sir." Basch was hardly containing the laughter that threatened to erupt out of his chest, simply nodding again as he made his way toward the doorway. He allowed it to escape once he was out of sight, quiet and breathy, though the grin remained even as he returned to the storage room.