[He juggles the stale pastries a bit. If nothing else, he might as well throw them at the host's head for being shitty. If they get reflected back he'll live and also feel slightly satisfied.

Sometimes you just need to abuse some baked goods.

That said, Cid blinks up at the ceiling and then at the door, nonplussed. Right, the boss fight... like the tide pulling back before smashing you in the face... except considerably gloomier and with a worse view. The music isn't bad, even if it is completely out of genre.]

Um. Magical singing??

[They have at least one magical singer, right. Now they know Leo's back. The boss also probably knows Leo's back, but that's neither here nor there.]