Benjamin Ya

Leona Pollendina

Script

Ben: No, but... you can hardly stay in class when you should.

Leona: That's not school, Ben! It's TORTURE! Imagine being trapped in a dress you can't breathe in! Evil ladies putting layers and layers of paint all over your face! And playing outside in the grass and with the chocobos... FORBIDDEN! Real ladies ride in proper carriages and have to spend all day talking about boring stuff! With people like... big-nosed Browning!

Ben: Ew... Why does your Dad make you go to those classes then?

Leona: Because we're uh... titled.. now.. Cecil gave my Dad a title, which makes us nobility of some sorts.

Ben: Oh... *looks at the bent crown* Well, a title doesn't mean a lot.

Leona: It means torture school, Ben! They don't even read fun stuff, or do much math or mechanics!