[She's getting a little carried away, isn't she? Tifa curls up tight in his lap, and she pulls the blanket up halfway over her face when she feels that flush coming on. They've only just started talking about it and already, she has a full image in her head of what she wants it to be like... And she hasn't even gotten his take on it yet!]

Mm-hm, like that...! And if there were any other strays out there, we could take them in and try to find a new home for them. ... Just like that place in Celliwig.

[The place they went to the day they met, and her voice is laced with a warm nostalgia as she recalls it.]

We could give the dogs matching scarves. Us, too...