[Tifa waits patiently for her response, happy to keep dancing with the music filling in the silence until she does. She senses she's struck something in Beatrix—not so much a nerve, but an inkling of surprise, perhaps? Has she really never been asked to "hang out" before? Then again, it shouldn't shock her too much, given the woman's demeanor and... well, everything, but it's no less amusing or sweet.]

You're not imposing on anything. I was the one who asked you.

[Although she won't say it out loud, nor does it need saying, but Tifa's never had a lot of female friends to influence her in her life. Jessie had been the only one until Aerith, and although they both still hold that special place in Tifa's heart, she's always wanted more. She'd watch as other girls laughed together in the slums as she served them steamed buns, but she could never join them...

Those thoughts cool the air and stretches it tight, but it shifts again when she shakes herself from them.]

What kinds of foods do you like? I bet I could find something we'll both enjoy.