Theresa
*He finishes eating a slice of pizza. It brings a smile to his face.*
"It's really great food! Vagabond Warrior of light, who delivers pizza, you have done your part. Um, Bradamante, where are you from with such a long name anyway, do you have a nickname that's shorter? I'm from Hollow Bastion originally.
John
*`[RADIANT GARDEN]`, eh? Brad smiled somberly. Another survivor like Cid, huh? Interesting that he would up here, and not in the other suspiciously yellow eternally-time-of-day town. But he didn't claim to know how the dead world redistribution system worked. He just knew people showed up. He'd have to introduce Icidro to this guy, maybe they knew each other.*

"Please, call me Brad." *Brad waved idly.* "I'm from a far off place, runnin' away from my old man. He's a vile king who's tryna drown the world in darkness... AND carbohydrate-free food! How's a guy like me supposed to bulk without carbs!?" *It went without saying that Brad was only ever 'bulking'.* "So, I'm an escapee vigilante who fights darkness and helps people in need!" *He puffed out his chest, hands on his hips.*
Theresa
"I think you are very nice person, and I think I need to bulk up a bit one day too. I guess I should eat the pizza before it gets too cold. Though maybe one day, Brad, in the future, if I remember, I will help ya in your struggle, to bring true happiness in carbs. Yes maybe even help ya in um other things besides that."
*He gives Brad a sincere nod and smile.*
John
*Brad laughed.* "Thanks, kid! If ya ever need help gettin' some meat on those bones, just gimme a holler!" *In his off-hand, Brad summoned a glistening, white Keyblade. Its silvery metal shone in the golden sunlight, its size more comparable to a buster sword than the more common saber. With a toss, Brad heaved it off the edge, leaping after it a moment later. His feet connected with the shaft of the weapon, and he gave Zavius a two-fingered salute.* "I'll see ya around. Just remember..."

"Pizza del Cosmos! Across the galaxy and into yer mouth!" *Brad flashed him a cheeky smile, before realizing this slogan too was not... Kosher. He shook his head, before he took off like a shooting star, leaving a trail of azure and a burst of icy wind in his wake.*
Theresa
*With that Zavius ate his carb filled pizza on top of the clock tower.*