Nel had to fight the urge to 'aww' at Tyki's license. It looked so pristine, he couldn't have had it for more than a couple of months. It could have easily been mistaken for a baby license.

She gave a short laugh and a nod at Tyki's words, though. He sounded like he'd been on the receiving end of a civics lecture, and been told to memorise it because there'd be a test later. It sounded like something Ignis would say.

"Yeah, they're all purpose ID here. It's your travel ID, pilot's license, weapons permit," since it was kept up to date with a persons's classes as well as every other possible detail about their life the ones that used their classes tended to get more dog-eared than most citizens'. "Mine doesn't look that new any more," she added, but didn't pull it out to show, "I don't think it ever looked that new."