[When Santo shelled out the money for the fancy throne-ish chair because it gave Rikku quote-ideas-endquote, this is not exactly what he had in mind. Even after having what she wanted explained to him, it was tough to wrap his non-existent mind around it. He looks his girlfriend over, white eye orbs wider than usual, trying to think of how to proceed.]

So, uh, you want me to do what again?

[This is the third time he has asked that exact question.]