[She does make a sound of surprise when he pulls her into his lap, but this is all going according to plan, and she settles in as if she were always meant to be there—which she is.
Leaning over, she drags the cake and the tea closer to them where they can enjoy it together, and Tifa breaks off a strawberry and lifts it coyly to his lips.]
I had a feeling that you'd like these ones. The spots suit me, don't they?
[But before he can even take a bite of the fruit, she steals it away and takes it instead, playing oblivious and innocent.]
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Leaning over, she drags the cake and the tea closer to them where they can enjoy it together, and Tifa breaks off a strawberry and lifts it coyly to his lips.]
I had a feeling that you'd like these ones. The spots suit me, don't they?
[But before he can even take a bite of the fruit, she steals it away and takes it instead, playing oblivious and innocent.]