"Good, good," Celes replied, feeling relief flood her features. "If only there were a way of cleaning up those clubs that do the same thing we've been doing. Though they don't take well to that, as any attempt to unite them thus far has failed. Stubborn chocobo." If she were feeling better, she'd corral the little fools up and give them a very pointed request.

"What shall we do in the meantime, Hughes? Put up a notice for club members as all the others do?"