"What do you think Grif?"
"Let's get on with it," Grif said decisively, before going on to daydream about unicorns and bunnies playing together in cleverly hidden minefields. The minefields were essential to deter the predators that would kill the cute creatures that would otherwise take advantage of their gay assembly. The ninja lady was talking more and then glared at Grif.
"I suppose you've been too busy daydreaming and haven't been listening to a single word I've said!" she snapped at Grif.
"It is essential that we set aside our differences to face the new threat that the whisps represent," Grif said, mimicking Nym's voice and perfectly repeating the sentence she had said before. He smiled at her and the butterflies he imagined on her hair. Nym's glare would have melted steel, but Grif simply ignored it.
"I can read your mind," she said flatly.
"Whisp, you of all people know how false perception can be. I can control my mind well enough to keep my thoughts private; why do you think I wouldn't use that ability to feed you any image I want?" Grif said; before drifting off into a big fluffy cloud.
"Okay then Grif, since you seem to know what's happening: how do we fight an enemy that is immortal and formless?" Rydia asked.
"We're writers, we don't have to fight anyone while we have our persuasive talents," Grif said.
Spoiler
Grif is a bit of a brat right here, so please be annoyed with him. What can be even more annoying is that he's correct. Before jumping into war and fighting (a very pirate/ninja thing to do) why not try and talk with the angry whisps?
