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ennobaria:

This sword is a symbol of my dreams… and my honor. No… it’s more than that…

I recall an old post speculating that the elaborate gold-colored cross guard of the sword had possibly been stolen or sold while Cloud was lost in the slums, and somehow recovered by AC, but looking at the sizes, I’m considering the possibility that it’s just covered by the utilitarian steel-and-rivets bit. A slum-adaptive modification like the screws in the one pauldron, those to possibly catch an enemy’s weapon and slow their strike time, a new false cross guard to avoid too much speculative attention.

A Day in the Life – Ch. 24: Tea

Cloud finds the guys allegedly practicing good parenting skills.

[All ages, One mild swear, Cid’s showing restraint.]

Also here, because it’s short.

There
was a tea party in the second upstairs bedroom of the villa. There were
big hats and feather boas all around the child-sized table and its
little matching chairs. The cookies were frosted, or chocolate-dipped.
The mini-cakes were layered, multi-colored, and dripping ganache. There
was sugar and honey for the tea, and two flavors of creamer in addition to actual cream.

“Um….” Cloud stood in the doorway, scratching his head.

“Join
the party, Spike,” Barret said, gesturing to the third chair. He sat on
the beanbag himself now, after what had happened with chair number
four. “We’ve got plenty to go around.”

Cloud turned his head sideways, watching the proceedings. “Cream and sugar?” Sephiroth asked, pouring tea.

“Oh, just a splash,” Cid said. “But no sugar, I’m trying to cut back.”

Cloud scratched his head again. “What are you all doing?”

Sephiroth shared a look with Cid. “We’re playing tea party, Cloud. I would think it was obvious.”

“Eh,
Spike doesn’t get it,” Barret said, leaning forward to take his plate
full of cake. “No daughters, you know. Marlene went through her tea
party stage with Tifa and me.”

“Mm,” Cid agreed, sipping tea. “Shame. He’s missing out.”

Cloud folded his arms. “Your daughters,” he said, “are all outside practicing archery with Marlene’s old set.”

The look went around the table again. Eventually Sephiroth spoke. “So?”

“Sit ya ass down, Spike,” Barret said.

Cid tapped the free chair. “Yeah. Drink some goddamn tea.”

A Day in the Life – Ch. 24: Tea