Sean wrote this for me. It is important that you know this. I may have come up with a few of the lines, but the sick brains behind this operation were from Sean, whom some of you readers know and love.

Oh. Rinoa’s dead in the story, I know, but this ‘lemon scene’ was written anyway. Matt told me to cut her out of it, but I think it’s better with her in it, so I left her there. You really think Squall, a self-respecting person as he is, would allow himself to get in to such a compromising situation with Rinny in the next room??

Rinoa sat in the lounge of Squall's posh SeeD apartment, an unread newspaper in her lap, her jaw nearly to the floor, one ear cocked towards the kitchen where Squall and Zell were 'working.' She could hear the squishing and dribbling noises, and could scarcely contain her excitement. It was the kind of scene girls dreamed of while they... well...

"Careful, Zell, don't squeeze too hard... aaahhh, that's it."

"I can't believe we're doing this."

"I know, isn't it great?"

It was getting faster. Rinoa held a hand to cover her mouth. Were they -

"Oh, you have to squeeze harder than that! Harder, Zell, harder!"

"I'm working as best I can, Squall -"

"No no! Not so fast, it's going to - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Uhm... oops... looks like it went everywhere. Here, hand me that towel, Squall."

"Here - looks like you got some on your face, let me get that."

"No no, leave it, I'll just lick it off - it tastes great."

Rinoa couldn't control herself any longer. She leapt off the couch and dashed into the kitchen to find Zell and Squall, passionately...

...drenched in lemonade, a pile of freshly squeezed lemons in front of them. Zell was wearing a ridiculous expression, licking eagerly at his own face, while Squall just put his palm to his forehead, sighing.

Rinoa promptly fainted.