[Tifa isn't going to say no to a mug, or the warmth of a fire, or some meat in her belly.]

If you've got extra, I wouldn't mind.

[She crosses to him, stepping carefully over the melting snow and broken twigs scattered across the ground, her boots crunching happily until she finally finds a spot next to him, the smell of the raspberry hot chocolate all too strong now.]

Been out here looking for some spare wood I could use for the gardens, but was starting to get a little cold. Thought about making a fire myself, and that's when I smelled something...!