Ben: No…. I guess I must have sounded harsh back there. But I didn’t mean it. And I know you didn’t mean anything by it, either.
Leona: I’m always messing up things, eh?
Ben: Come on. No harm was done. *reaches out and slips a lock of hair away from her eyes*
Leona: Yeah… but I’m always bothering you. You have to drag Poor-little-Cid’s-daughter-around. I’m some kinda curse, aren’t I?
Ben: *sits down next to her* You really think so? Cuz I don’t.