Pancakes.

Sorry it's been a while, but school is kinda important.

I do not own FF12, Square Enix does, and I hate them for it. Now for Balthier's POV!!

Who would've thought that the princess was afraid of dolls? I thought, watching the slightly green woman leave the open air. It's not my secret to tell, and I really don't want to get hit with a hammer. I mentally chided myself, and left the skyview, careful to lock the door behind me. "Nono, how long until we reach Nalbina?" I asked the moogle as he passed me in the halls. "About four hours, captain." Nono replied, and I grinned. Four hours would pass like lightning, as far as I was concerned.

"Wake up, you useless tosspots!" I shouted gleefully into the room Basch, Vaan, and I would share. "Ung." Vaan moaned, while Basch glared. "It is like, four in the moring!" Vaan groaned, turning over on his bed. "Four smore. I want you to make food. Good food, like Fran could make but won't because she hates a certain little thief." I ordered. "But no one else is awake! If you want a fourth meal, make it yourself." Basch growled.

"But they will be awake, and it'll be soon. Chop chop! We don't have all day!" I chuckled, and turned on the lights. Vaan yelped, shielding his eyes, as Basch stumbled away, muttering about blasted pirates. "Pancakes!" I sang, trying to annoy the former captain more. "SHUT UP!!" Basch bellowed. "Ooh! Now you've done it!" I cackled, and Ashe stormed out of her room, followed by Penelo. "DO YOU HAVE PROBLEMS?!" Penelo roared as Ashe nodded. "It is FOUR in the MORNING!" Ashe added, glaring at Basch.

"Basch was the one who yelled." I poked the man on the shoulder. "What is the meaning of this?"Ashe asked Basch, suddenly calm. "Balthier wants a fourth meal." Basch grumbled. "Pancakes!" I intoned. "Ugh. Just go back to sleep." Ashe moaned, stalking back to her room. "Damn it, now I won't be able to go back to sleep." Penelo growled, glaring at me. "You could always help make the pancakes." I suggested. "Go to Hell, pirate." Penelo hissed, and flounced away.

When my pancakes were finally done, they were burnt. "You burned them!" I shouted in dismay. I should have known they would do this sort of thing. "You woke me up at four in the morning." Vaan countered. "So?" I asked, prodding the blackened pancakes with a fork. They were as hard as rocks. "So next time you want something to eat, make it yourself." Vaan snorted, and trotted away. You get toilet duty for this. I noted, and tossed the pancakes in the trash.

I wanted to make this chapter about pancakes. It really has no meaning to it, but it was fun to type.