"Huh? Oh, Vincent. What is it?"

"June 17th. Why?" Barret raised a brow, thinking about Marlene again. Her little girl stuck in Midgar.

"Oh? What did ya get her?" Needless to say, Barret was curious at this. What could Vincent have bought?

Giving a sigh, Barret nodded. It was clear that Taran was right. He needed to see Aerith for himself to confirm if this was one and the same person they were looking for. "That... I have absolutely no idea why. All I know is that is what she's callin' herself now."

"Oh, you got this for her?" Taking a look at the ribbon, Barret smiled, if only a slight one. "But why? I didn't think of ya as the kid type."

"Ha! I can see it now, Marlene goin' round calling ya uncle Vincent!" Taking the bag, Barret couldn't help but laugh at the concept. It was absurd but also entirely possible.

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And now that laughter was all out, this guy being the most popular uncle with innocent little Marlene, oh it got him good. "Damn, that's funny. Man... Never knew you were a kid-type though. I expect it outta Tifa an' Aerith. You ain't ringin' those bells though."