[Tifa wears her sickly sweet smile as she watches Mirabelle go from excessively pompous and proud of herself to unsure, and it's one of the most satisfying things she's witnessed all day. She's not typically one to feel these sorts of things towards anyone, but Mirabelle has earned enough of her ire in such a short time—that nose boop really did her in—that Tifa thinks she kind of has it coming.
She waits for Mirabelle to say something, and it's clear that this has at least taken her down a peg. She stiffens a bit as she brushes her hands over the front of her dress over the yellow petals, and she clears her throat.
"Well, as long as they don't eat my flowers...!" And, as if she couldn't make this any worse... "Unless you are the wolf in question. You aren't stinky at all."
She points to Eustace, and Tifa looks like she's about to snap Mirabelle right out of the air—]
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She waits for Mirabelle to say something, and it's clear that this has at least taken her down a peg. She stiffens a bit as she brushes her hands over the front of her dress over the yellow petals, and she clears her throat.
"Well, as long as they don't eat my flowers...!" And, as if she couldn't make this any worse... "Unless you are the wolf in question. You aren't stinky at all."
She points to Eustace, and Tifa looks like she's about to snap Mirabelle right out of the air—]