Four years, huh? That's a surprise. Makes me wonder if it's a blessing, or a curse. [There's a long pause in speech as Roxas continues scribbling out words on another sheet of paper. In the background, a cat meows and soon jumps on the table, stepping over the journal. Said-cat's paws may or may not be covered in paint, and said-cat may decide to lay down right on top of Roxas' notes.]

...Nea. I can't keep working if you don't move. [His only response is another meow. Nea's clearly a disgruntled cat.] ...man, you sound just like everyone else. I do not work too much. [And he's pushing at the cat to get back to his notes.]

So...what's your favorite flavor of ice cream? And what kind of songs do you like? Does anyone even know about writing songs? These...may or may not be related.

Hey, Ven. Come over sometime, I think I've got a plan you'll like.

[Because why shouldn't Luceti have an ice cream game to play?]