Celes had chosen to forgo her meal, despite the nurse's insistence that she eat. Certainly, it was important, but all the fat that the meals provided would do very little for the General aside from making her complacent and sedate during the days. When she had checked this morning, her uniform was still neat, clean, and folded next to her boots and hidden inside her closet.

Interesting.

When her nurse had come again, Celes had made for the Sun Room. It was better than the Art Room if only to catch the afternoon rays, however weak they were becoming. Her eye had caught a rather surprising image on the board and she shook her head before coming upon the Gambler. Oh for the love of Goddess, what to say. "Master Luxord." Celes inclined her head politely, "May I join you?"