[Them's fighting words indeed, and Tifa pretends to be taken aback by them.]

Assuming you do. If you're saying you don't, then I'll set the bar a little higher.

[Be careful what you wish for!]

Next time, I'll get you to make breakfast for me—

[Her gaze drops to her plate, and the eggs that she had been poking at are stuffed into her mouth again, as if trying to shut herself up. Next time what, Tifa? Next time what!?]

Or... dinner.