[None of these clocks have bells, but calling them that is at least immediately understandable from context. Xehanort crosses his arms over his chest, looking thoughtful.]

Twenty four bells to a sun, eight suns to a sennight, four sennights to a moon, and -- honestly I should be writing this down, Master Ansem would also be interested if only for scholarly curiosity..

[He pats down his person briefly as if expecting to find a pencil or paper there, which perhaps usually there is. This draws a frown when one does not appear.]

Kindly bear with me a moment, I'd very much like to take some notes and apparently utterly failed at the basics of keeping anything to write with. I shall return momentarily.

[And then he disappears. It's not really the disappearing that's noteworthy, people do that all the time around here, but the roiling shadow he vanishes with seems to want a themesong to go with it, it's probably so familiar. Elidibus is an excellent teacher.

It takes a solid two minutes before he reappears in a similar cloud of darkness, a small device in one hand, looking imminently pleased with himself.]

Alright! I am terribly sorry about that, usually I have something on hand. Now! Where were we? Moons, I think..