"Heh, I think so. I'll just wear it forever." Grinning at the sword comment, she tucked it back in her shirt.

"Yeah, that probably wouldn't have worked. I mean, you saw how attached he was to his boots. You can try and give him a new sword next year though, if I ever succeed in my threats of giving his to the Moogles for scrap." Amy traced a halo over her head, smiling angelically. "I'll apologize for you, but I'm sure he won't mind."