[The dogs needn't worry for now. Tifa has every intention of finishing the drinks first—she spent a long time preparing them after all, in the Harvest's kitchen so that every part of this would be a surprise. But she does grin at him, her fingers wrapping around his arm and thumb stroking light lines along the sensitive skin of his wrist, and she watches him and waits eagerly for his verdict as he takes his first sip.]
Only pretty good?
[She teases and takes a moment to try her own. It's sweet, warm, comforting, and the burn of the rum against the back of her throat brings an early flush to her cheeks. It's the perfect drink for weather like this and she thinks she did a pretty good job for not having made it in a long time...!
With her wrist still caught in his hand, she moves to sit down right next to him. She might as well be sitting on top of him at this rate, with how close she is.]
It's the house special this month, but I made it extra sweet for you. Added a secret ingredient.
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Only pretty good?
[She teases and takes a moment to try her own. It's sweet, warm, comforting, and the burn of the rum against the back of her throat brings an early flush to her cheeks. It's the perfect drink for weather like this and she thinks she did a pretty good job for not having made it in a long time...!
With her wrist still caught in his hand, she moves to sit down right next to him. She might as well be sitting on top of him at this rate, with how close she is.]
It's the house special this month, but I made it extra sweet for you. Added a secret ingredient.