"Alright, rookies," Reno said, smiling easily as he leaned against the Causeway railings. "Last class, last trip to Edge. Gonna be a pretty easy one, yo. We'll be listening to a member from the WRO - remember those armed guards that were set up, and our talking cat friend - give us some parting shots, and then we'll be hangin' out at Tifa's bar. Not drinkin' booze, though. It's a last-day-of-class, 'we did some good here' party, but I'm supposed to pretend to be at least a little bit responsible here and get her to keep the alcohol away, anyway."
A beat.
"Corel Ale tastes like shit. You ain't missin' out on nothin'. I brought some food from the island there earlier, we'll have pizza and soda and you're all gonna like it. So come on. Asses through the portal to Edge one last time, yo."
( It was a tough life that Reno made his students lead. )[Open! Have at!]