If we go to the Wild Harvest, I'd be happy to show you, but...
[Tifa pauses to stretch, a content hum escaping from the back of her throat. The fire is warm, and she feels even warmer, and the sweet smell of the marshmallows starts to fill the air and she has to wonder if it's meant to do that, or if they're the ones magnifying it.]
It's way more fun with a lot of people, so everyone would get together and take turns with a microphone to sing songs. Usually there's a TV for the words to it, but we can find other ways too. Others can sing along too, or it could be a solo thing. I used to have karaoke nights in Seventh Heaven sometimes, and it would get pretty rowdy.
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[Tifa pauses to stretch, a content hum escaping from the back of her throat. The fire is warm, and she feels even warmer, and the sweet smell of the marshmallows starts to fill the air and she has to wonder if it's meant to do that, or if they're the ones magnifying it.]
It's way more fun with a lot of people, so everyone would get together and take turns with a microphone to sing songs. Usually there's a TV for the words to it, but we can find other ways too. Others can sing along too, or it could be a solo thing. I used to have karaoke nights in Seventh Heaven sometimes, and it would get pretty rowdy.
... In a good way.