[Tifa bumps him playfully with her shoulder like she's trying to push him away, but she knows it'll do nothing, and so she leans in a little into him in return. As if responding to him, the flames—the ones that she created—burst upwards through the grates and burn hot, immediately cooking the vegetables and meat she's laid out.
Well, at least now she can focus on gathering up their dinner onto the plates...!!! She's going to do that before he makes her forget all about the skewers.]
... What if you kept it handy for after?
[That is to say... yes, she thinks she would like that.]
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Well, at least now she can focus on gathering up their dinner onto the plates...!!! She's going to do that before he makes her forget all about the skewers.]
... What if you kept it handy for after?
[That is to say... yes, she thinks she would like that.]