I was forced to shelve about a billion books in the immediate vicinity of (sometimes practically rubbing against) two of the prettiest, good-smellingest women ever.

The first one was like what might happen if somebody took maple syrup, crushed some fragrant flowers in it, and it smelled a lot better than it could reasonably be expected to.

It took everything in me not to press my nose between her breasts and snort.

In other news, I disagree with Wedge: FF7 wasn’t mindblowing, but it was very good. So there.