Yeah, Liam had never had that 'not legal drinking age' problem, existing as he did in that weird space where chronologically he was only nine, but mentally, emotionally, and more importantly, legally (according to the forged paperwork that had been done up because people didn't, generally, spring from the ground fully-formed) he was the equivalent of someone in his early thirties.

"Yeah?" Liam said. "And the running stuff?" he asked, with a teasing grin. Because yes, he'd seen that the chocobros had all signed up for that.