[ It's Tifa's gentle voice that snaps Ori out of the urge to lose herself in bittersweet memories - just as it had in her nightmare. There's no hiding the soft, thankful look that she gives the other woman even if she wanted to, but she startles a little when their attentions are turned back towards the marshmallows. ]

Oops! You're right - wouldn't want that to burn, now, haha...

[ She carefully pulls her roasting stick away from the flames, and then watches as Tifa demonstrates the cruel fate of a too-roasted roasted marshmallow. Ori is likewise swept into a giggle at the sight, and the flowers woven into her hair perk up ever so slightly. ]

Miss Tifa, your hand! Now it's going to be all sticky...