The arrangements are always, always made far in advance. These sorts of things always take a lot of planning, which was something Rikku had learned over the years. It had been a difficult lesson to pick up, but a few scars and near-death experiences had let her learn it deep down.

She's got Chavvi slung on her back; the girl's still just a baby, hardly over a year, and as much as she trusts Santo, she isn't yet comfortable leaving her baby girl alone. There had been many assurances, many arguments about it, but in the end, Rikku had won. And so here she stands on this crisp spring City evening with her firstborn on her back, waiting for one of her best friends.

She just hopes the plans are all still in place. She's done her part, and now it's up to Max to see her side through.