Celes crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow at his compliments, though her expression quickly changed to one of shock.

"Two years, Edgar? H-how?!" She looked alarmed, an unnatural expression on her usually confident face. The general leaned back in her chair, and eyed the King of Figaro. There were a few more lines in his handsome familiar face that she did not remember.

She ate daintily, trying to absorb this information. Soon breakfast would be over and they would ushered somewhere else. "We should continue this conversation in the... Sun Room." she paused, thoughtful. "But, Sabin, Locke and the others, they're not here, correct?"