"Ivalice?" Zidane wasn't surprised that he'd never heard of the place before. This whole people-from-other-worlds thing really wasn't nearly the shock it might've otherwise been, but after the whole ordeal of going to Terra, finding out he was from there, and learning he didn't so much as have real parents, all this people dropping out of the sky stuff was relatively easy to stomach. If life had taught Zidane anything, it was to just roll with the things that were thrown at him and not make any of it even a fraction more complicated than it had to be. Having trekked around the whole world and then some with what was possibly the most diverse group of friends known to Gaia probably didn't hurt any either. From a princess to a knight to a Burmecian to a black mage to a summoner to a Qu--not to mention whatever it was that made Amarant's skin green--Zidane probably wasn't paying nearly enough attention to the fact Fran had bunny ears as he should have.

Ah, well.

"Yeah, this is it--" Zidane ran on ahead to open the door for Fran, giving her another sweeping bow as he motioned her in, making quite a show of being gentlemanly. "After you~"

And then, in complete opposition to the act he'd just put on for Fran, Zidane stood on his tiptoes and called out over her shoulder to the barkeep.

"Hey! 'keep! Can we get some dinner over here? We're starving!"

"Who the hell-- Oh, it's just you. Dammit, Zi--" the barkeep started, glancing up from where he was polishing a glass. Then he caught sight of Fran and the glass rolled out of his hand even as his mouth fell ajar.

"...hey," Zidane called out in protest, waving his arms at the barkeep to snap him out of it. "I know it's prolly been a while since you've seen a girl who isn't your sister, but it's rude to stare."

"You know what? You can starve," the barkeep grumbled, but he dropped his gaze at Zidane's mention.

"Aw, don't be like that..." Zidane pouted, ducking past Fran to go cajole the barkeep into feeding them after all. "C'mon, we go way back and all that."