[Ferran hums his agreement, putting his hands on his hips as he turns his attention briefly towards the fondue fountain, where the thing is making a mess.]
I'm sure it can flop in that direction well enough.
[He turns back to her, though, when she changes the subject. Although he's already eaten, he wouldn't mind seconds or dessert after the hell of a day he's had.]
... yeah, I could use a snack, I guess. [And maybe he wants to make sure Tifa doesn't get accosted by that thing again...]
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I'm sure it can flop in that direction well enough.
[He turns back to her, though, when she changes the subject. Although he's already eaten, he wouldn't mind seconds or dessert after the hell of a day he's had.]
... yeah, I could use a snack, I guess. [And maybe he wants to make sure Tifa doesn't get accosted by that thing again...]