[She sets the cider down again so that her hand can slide around the back of his neck and up into his hair, and she brings him a little closer until their lips are grazing against one another's, and she can taste the rum on his breath.]

... Okay.

[Tifa presses their lips together into a tender, lingering kiss, one that makes her feel fuzzy as a wave of warm happiness washes over her, only made more violent by the alcohol that's making her blood run hot.

She remembers that night on the terrace, and how they had been just like this. Close, overcome with feelings, but now, she's no longer confused and conflicted. Her heart no longer wishes to go to him, but he holds it in his hands now.]

I'll never get tired of hearing you ask.

[And just like that, more starflowers bloom around the log they're sitting on, and even some of the dogs lift their heads up to watch them spread outward.

There's a pause as she captures his lips again for another.]

I know that you're worried about the wedding... and making sure it all goes right. That it's perfect, but... [She smiles against his lips as she nuzzles their noses together.] I just want this. This is enough.