"Come on, Denzel, it's easy." Her voice was nothing but a whisper, a conspiracy in the making. "You can just reach right into the pouch and take out the Gil."

"No, Marlene! She's a ninja or something. She'll beat us up." Denzel worried his lower lip, unsure of this dangerous plan. "What if we wake her up?"

"We won't! You'll see." Marlene straightened the bow in her hair and stole quietly to the couch where her surrogate mother slept. Tiny fingers met the money bag, drawing out a small gold coin.

"See? It worked."

Feigning a deep sleep, Tifa smiled.