[She had a feeling the veggies would be, which is fine because he's got plenty more to eat as it is. The café will smell like grilled meat and fish, the sizzle from behind the bar loud and satisfying—it was always one of Tifa's favourites—as the smoke rises. It always makes her feel right at home.

And when she arrives with only two plates, though they are much bigger compared to the others, she sets them both in front of Beat. One is a garlic butter salmon and the other is pan-seared steak with her home-cut fries.]

I told you. I trust you'll be able to eat all this? [A laugh.] But if you can't, I'll pack it all up and you can take it home. Or I'm sure the dogs'll take it.

[With that, she shuffles away again, but not too far—she's gone to grab some desserts from the case.]