"As I said, you're cruel bastards to keep me waiting. Even if I was with good company." Genesis pouts a little, but it is difficult to be too upset about getting to spend time with Elidibus. And good wine. "Lucky I love you both."

It's not unusual for Genesis to be a sentimental mess over his mates, but the wine may have gotten to him a touch in the fact he's not quite so eloquently spouting poetry. Or maybe it's the riddling anxiety that is slow to dissipate about the prospect of missing them. Again.

"Elidibus is here too," he clarifies after a moment. "And he found wine. Not nearly as decadent as the vintages in the Villa, but-" Oh, right. His beautiful Villa is no longer here, he's reminded, as Sephiroth comments on the cottages. His attention redirects, and there's a dramatic sigh that follows. "They're tiny. Miniscule! Not a single board of that wood is mahogany," he laments, as if he's loved and lost like a widower.