[Impressed indeed, both by Aerith's ability to sling new lingo around like a natural, and the way she throws her arms around Tifa's shoulders. She returns the hug without missing a beat, the stares of customers nearby or the table sandwiched between their legs being no hindrance to their reunion. Come hell or high water, Aerith is getting this hug, and when the two of them pull away from it, Tifa's relieved sigh is inevitable.

It certainly hasn't been long for her, in a vastly different way than Aerith—or so she'll assume for now, until she's able to confirm otherwise—but it's the relief of having a trusted friend here, regardless of how much time has passed, that has her so overjoyed to see her that it might as well have been an eternity for her too.

Tifa slumps into the offered chair and slides her drink across the table so that it's back between her hands, warm and comfortable.]

Autumn Evening, [she answers, bringing it to her lips, but she only takes in its bittersweet aroma while it's still too hot to drink.] Had Rainy Morning earlier, but I don't think that one's for me.

[Only because it brought about a memory that she would rather it not have, and the conversation that followed it left plenty to be desired, so her hope is that another tea will do the trick in calming her nerves rather than set them further on edge. Not that she has much to worry about with Aerith here; she's always had a way of easing her worries, which is why it's so easy for her to laugh it off now.]

I see you've been practicing your lingo. I'd say you're almost ready to open up a bar yourself.

[Wouldn't that be something?]