[Her giddy laugh dies away into the kiss, and her plate almost slides right out of her lap as she returns it with equal enthusiasm, breathing him in and teasing them both with a little taste and nibble of her own on his lips before she's pulling back an inch.]

Then I'm going to need to find a dress fit for the title.

[Her wedding dress, that is.

She parts with him further though, knowing full well that if they continue down that road, they'll end up having to put out the fire and send the dogs away... and she still has more for him after they're finished eating.

Even the dogs sense this, and a couple of them bark up, wondering where their food is. Not yet!!! They just ate!

Tifa never goes far, however, and she remains tucked in at his side as she reaches for the last of the skewers to place on their plates, and she looks over her shoulder at him with a playful gleam all across her expression.]

You'll have to show me the ropes. Train me to be a proper queen for her king.

[Just like he had shown the princess how to be a pirate.]