[If this were any other time, Tifa would have refused to answer with words and perhaps her face would have reddened with colour instead, and the flowers would have bloomed, but her heart is feeling full of love and affection for him and all things in this store right now that she's almost whimsical about it.

With a great sigh, Tifa smiles.]

He's special to me, you know. Not just as a friend.

[That should answer enough. Not even an arrow to the knee will completely shatter Tifa's will to not admit it to a single soul. It will just... tip it over a bit.

She pulls on his arm again to spin them around to look at the shelves behind them.]

I want to get him something special. Something that really says how I feel about him.

[And surely, a cute stuffed puppy should do the trick, right?]