Luneth just laughed. For guys like Cloud, they seemed like they needed things like outings and dancing and apples. Or at least the simplistic Luneth thought; he sometimes figured that the deepest problems can be cured with simple solutions.

"Hehe, my name's Luneth! Don't tell me your name is Moody McMoody-Pants."

The little strawberry he'd taken with him ended up in his mouth after the joke on Cloud's name.