[He isn't the only one who thinks back. As Tifa moves about the kitchen, she does so as if it were her own. Without realizing at first, but as she's splitting the eggs and bacon and fruits evenly on the plates, and hears his footsteps wander in, she finally remembers. It was so second-nature it didn't even occur to her that she has already done this. She knew where things were, and had cooked breakfast like she was at home... but this time, it was for two.
... She shouldn't get used to this, she thinks to herself, as she secretly peels a single flower out of the eggs and tosses it aside.
Tifa is just setting the plates down on the table with some water and coffee, and turns to him with a lopsided, apologetic smile and a gesture to the food.]
Dogs are all fed, so... enjoy.
[She'll wait for him to sit before she moves into a chair on the other side, sipping her water first.]
Hope this is enough...
[No doubt she made plenty with how the eggs and fruit pile on his plate.]
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... She shouldn't get used to this, she thinks to herself, as she secretly peels a single flower out of the eggs and tosses it aside.
Tifa is just setting the plates down on the table with some water and coffee, and turns to him with a lopsided, apologetic smile and a gesture to the food.]
Dogs are all fed, so... enjoy.
[She'll wait for him to sit before she moves into a chair on the other side, sipping her water first.]
Hope this is enough...
[No doubt she made plenty with how the eggs and fruit pile on his plate.]