[color=a187be]"You know I already salted those, right? Dingbat."[/color]

Zack froze mid-motion as he took another bite, his fork hovering inches from his mouth, a chunk of the extra-salted eggs hanging off of it. [color=f26522]"Oh."[/color] He shrugged, adding, [color=f26522]"I thought it tasted a bit overkill."[/color] He lodged the bite into his mouth, and gulped it down without much more thought to it. [color=f26522]"A little extra salt never hurt anyone."[/color] He took another piece out of his sausages, putting down almost as quickly, and reached for another sip of orange juice. 

[color=a187be]"Eh, I slept okay. I think I had weird dreams, but I don't really remember..."[/color]

Swallowing his juice, Zack glanced sharply at Julia. [color=f26522][i]Her too...[/i][/color] he thought, recalling his own dream from earlier. [color=f26522]"Weird dreams, huh?"[/color] he asked. He paused for a breath, intent on pressing the subject further. However it was then that Julia switched the subject to the upcoming tournament. Scowling, he shrugged again. [color=f26522]"Hard to tell. I plan on giving my all. Seifer is as tough as they come. [i]Although[/i] I've heard that he's been spending more time training one of his guys; Vivi made it through the preliminaries. Seifer's training might have been slowed down because of that, in which case my chances are a bit better."[/color] He shook his head. [color=f26522]"At this point I'm really just hoping I don't have to face Seifer in the first round. It'll give me a chance to see what kind of form he's in. If that happens, I could probably pull off an upset."[/color]

He took another round out of his meal. [color=f26522]"So, what's your plan for the day. I'm figuring I might try to find a sparring partner."[/color]