[Instead of stopping by the icebox, Cid just trundles his way directly to the pantry, where all the snacks are at. It's a practiced trajectory; he may be in here more often than he should be. Wonder how many midnight snackers are nibbling away........

... so he sticks his head in and starts rummaging, because they appear to have enough cooks and the place hasn't been burned down juuuust yet so surely it's fine. Hmmmmm. Peckish.]

Vacuum... Vacuum....... Oh, we're out of strawberries. Fruits are a pain. [maybe they're in the icebox, Cid] It does clean, though, so -- I think I've seen machines kind of like that. Not maids or roombusses, but they could grab things off the floor if you worked at 'em.

[Though it's not like he's ever used one?? Sometimes you're literally a nobleman's son and sometimes magic is more convenient than dealing with weird proto-vacuums.]