[Uh-huh. She knows that look, and she acknowledges it with a quick bite of her lip and a shy little laugh before she's skirting her gaze away.]
Hot it is.
[Which is good and what she figured, but she came prepared anyway. It just means she doesn't have to go grab the ice. She does, however, motion to Aerona nearby who dutifully hops to her feet—]
Just like we practiced earlier!
[—and fetches a little bag from behind the log that she brings over and sets down next to Tifa, and she'll get a coo and a scratch behind her ears.
With a spin of her hands, she picks up the rum and uncaps it with two fingers and pours it over the cider, making sure to give him a bit of a show with it—not the kind that she would anyone else who walked into her bar but only for him, turning so that she's facing away from him and wiggling her hips as she shakes the cider and the rum together. A toss, a twirl, a toss and a twirl together, and then a few more before she's fetching a pair of new mugs from the bag.
And as she pours it in that way that bartenders do, the cider foams and froths at the top and she garnishes them with sticks of cinnamon. The few dogs that have paused their eating to watch bark, and Tifa saunters over and leans over him so that her hair drapes over their faces, her lips coming dangerously close to his ear...]
One extra steamy... [She hands him the cup.] ... apple cider for the handsome gentleman.
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Hot it is.
[Which is good and what she figured, but she came prepared anyway. It just means she doesn't have to go grab the ice. She does, however, motion to Aerona nearby who dutifully hops to her feet—]
Just like we practiced earlier!
[—and fetches a little bag from behind the log that she brings over and sets down next to Tifa, and she'll get a coo and a scratch behind her ears.
With a spin of her hands, she picks up the rum and uncaps it with two fingers and pours it over the cider, making sure to give him a bit of a show with it—not the kind that she would anyone else who walked into her bar but only for him, turning so that she's facing away from him and wiggling her hips as she shakes the cider and the rum together. A toss, a twirl, a toss and a twirl together, and then a few more before she's fetching a pair of new mugs from the bag.
And as she pours it in that way that bartenders do, the cider foams and froths at the top and she garnishes them with sticks of cinnamon. The few dogs that have paused their eating to watch bark, and Tifa saunters over and leans over him so that her hair drapes over their faces, her lips coming dangerously close to his ear...]
One extra steamy... [She hands him the cup.] ... apple cider for the handsome gentleman.