[She half expected him to make it over while the other half had a feeling that Eria would step in, but Tifa still tried to meet him partway again, so when he disappears instead of meeting his lips, she falls back along with him and breaks into a fit of giggles, smiling coyly past him at the wolf who she imagines is rolling her eyes, if wolves could do such a thing.]
It's alright. Nothing wrong with having pancakes for lunch... or dinner.
[The dogs all perk up then, small boofs of "bacon? More bacon?" coming from around the table and Tifa buries her grin in a sip of coffee.]
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It's alright. Nothing wrong with having pancakes for lunch... or dinner.
[The dogs all perk up then, small boofs of "bacon? More bacon?" coming from around the table and Tifa buries her grin in a sip of coffee.]