[ The monkey doesn't survive the sick burn Beat lights it up with. It goes, and from it's disintegrated body comes a golden chunk of something. Aerith kneels to pick it up, expression still lit up with curiosity and wonder. It's not the first time she's seen a blond kick it surf-style since getting here, but she doubts she can jump in as easily as she did with Link.
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Aerith nods, beaming. ] We did! You're on fire.
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No, really. You're on fire.