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[Is he... embarrassed about this? Why is this so cute...]

Hmm. I think I know what you mean. Like replicas, right? I've seen some restaurants Topside that did that sort of thing.

[How fancy!!!]

But those are all great ideas! One shelf for each thing, hm? [A thought occurs to her, and she shuffles a little closer to him.] Wait, what about those glass dogs that you made for everyone!? Do you have any spares?

What?

[And his eyes widen a bit.]

The glass figures...? You want to put those out...?

[NOT THOSE... Well if he didn't feel flustered before, he sure does now.]

Yes? Of course I do.

[She's trying so, so hard to suppress a giggle, and the urge to hop up on her tiptoes and kiss him right now. Be strong, Tifa...

Although she is a bit surprised that he's surprised by it. Did he really expect her not to remember them, or that she wouldn't want to display them proudly for everyone else to see?]

They're cute, and fitting. They'd be perfect for a display case...!

[A pause, and she reaches out to touch him gently on the arm.]

... But only if you're willing.

[Hrmfmfmfmf]

It's not...that.

[Or maybe it is. He's not sure what he's feeling, really. Flustered, but an indescribable kind, as he really didn't expect her to want to put them on display publicly. It's one thing to have them out in a private setting, but for anyone to see them...

...]

They're not that good...

[A small, embarrassed mutter as he glances away, the tips of his ears feeling strangely warm as the back of his neck flushes a little. He was a bit proud of them, sure, but only because he managed to do them at all!!]

[She's just going to watch him for a moment, noting how his neck and his face flush with a bit of colour, fondness buzzing in the air around her, making the dust that floats around twinkle like starlight.

But as soon as he says that about them, she can't help it. The temptation is far too strong, and she closes the distance between them, lifts herself up on her tiptoes, wraps her arms around his shoulders, and kisses him lightly on the lips.]

That's not true. I think they're cute. And I know I wouldn't be the only one to think so. [She tilts her head at him, her lashes fluttering with affection.] But we don't have to. Maybe we can make some new ones together that we can put out instead...?

[Regardless, she wants some out on display, and that seed has planted itself firmly into her imagination.]

[His mind is so full of the idea of those glass dogs out on full display that he doesn't expect Tifa coming up to him. But when she does, there's a brief look of surprise as he looks down at her, hand automatically moving to gently rest at her waist. He still feels a little awkward, but...]

...You know I can't say no to you.

[A light smile forms.]

And it's not a bad idea, really... Let's make some new ones.

...And I'll think about picking one or two of the others.

[She brushes his hair away from his eyes, and the sun that shines through the window beams down on him a little brighter.]

The dogs will love it too, I bet.

[Since they were technically made in their likeness, after all. But she's happy enough even with being able to make brand new ones with him... together. Just like everything else.]

So, that's settled then. A display case for merch, food, pictures, and the glass dogs.

[As she wraps her arms around him, she giggles.]

Think you can write that down?

[Can he do it with her like this?]

[A bit of an amused look as he tries to wriggle his arms free to lift his journal behind her. He even tries to lean over her shoulder her a bit.]

...Let's see...case...

[Yes he's definitely attempting to write this down, though it's not that easy.]

Mmhm.

[She grins and buries her face into his chest, breathing in gently while he writes it all down. If he listens carefully, she's sure that he might be able to hear her heartbeat quickening.]

Don't forget everything else, too.

[She's not letting go. Even as she lifts her flushed face to look towards the fireplace with a thoughtful pout to her lips.]

... What do you think of some nice chairs over there?

Hold on—

[Glass....dogs.

The soft sound of the quill scratching over the paper finally ceases, his hands lowering so they can once more rest behind her back as he turns to follow her gaze.]

With a small coffee table or just a few side tables, it would make for a nice lounge area.

[Her shoulders shake with suppressed laughter, and she waits patiently, listening for the quill to stop scribbling before she nods.]

Yeah. I thought so too. Right by the fire for the winter, and when it's nice out, we could open the doors? Out to a patio in the back...?

[He stares at the fireplace as he slowly nods, half in thought.]

...I wonder if there is a way to control wind to turn the fireplace into a kind of cooling system during the summer...

[Since when did he become so full of ideas!? Not that she's shocked that he is, but she is pleasantly surprised.]

You think so? Is that something you could do?

[Well when he doesn't have to go out on missions and hunt primal beasts or clean out backstabbing traitors every week, he has a lot more time on his hands to think about quality of life—]

I'm not sure. But it would be beneficial to have a way to control the temperatures here in case something strange happens outside.

Of course we'd also need to ensure that outside dreamotion doesn't affect it.

[Last thing they need is for someone's temperamental emotions creates a tornado out of it.]

... Or even our own.

[Tifa blushes at that. Her own emotions can run away from her sometimes, especially when it involves him. Flames burn a little too bright or big, and things can get a little too hot sometimes, so she isn't free from being on watch either.]

Too bad there are no dreamotion regulators... like air filters, except instead of pumping air, it pumps dreamotion instead.

[And can be installed and changed out just like any other air filter could... but how would that even work?]

We had those back at Seventh Heaven, but it was more for the stench of the slums, but same idea in the end.

....Hm.

[He seriously muses over this.]

Some kind of dreamotion regulator would be beneficial for everyone as a whole... I could look into it.

You think something like that even exists around here?

[She pauses to take a step back, only far enough that she can look at him, and her lips pout with thought.]

But you're doing so much already. [For her, especially. How did she get so lucky again?] Let me help you with that, too. We can worry about that after we get the rest of the details finished with the place?

[Just a light smile.]

Investigating and researching was one of the many things I had to do, so it's not too difficult. I only plan to ask around if such a thing exists. I doubt I could make anything on my own.

[And his head is already thinking of where to ask, like the researchers at the Observatory.]

But we'll see what else we have as there will be quite a bit for us to do I'm sure.

[He knows Tifa will have her hands full with a lot for this, so asking something that would be more of a luxury should fall onto him so she can focus on more important matters.]

Mm. We'll figure it out someday, I'm sure.

[Whether it's where to find one or how to make one of their own, they'll find a way. They understand the gist of what it is they need, and it's a good enough starting point at least.

With a firm nod and a smile to match, she slips her arms away from him and steps back so that she can look around again, and she leads him towards the bar counter at the back again.]

But for now... I'm definitely going to need some new cookware.

[If she's going to be cooking for people, especially out in the open like this on the stove, then she wouldn't want to have some old stuff lying around. No, she wants it to be presentable, even if she figures that customers won't care as much as she does about that.

The next part has her cheeks flushing all over again.]

Some nice glasses and mugs, too. Some paper cups to go... Maybe with matching labels on them? Like the coasters?

[Although he always preferred when she was at his side, he fills the empty space by pulling his journal back towards him and starts writing again.]

That all sounds fine. Plates and bowls as well.

[Phew. Good thing they don't use actual money and can still barter or exchange services because this would be costly. It's a wonder Tifa managed to save enough to buy the bar in her world... Realizing this, Eustace can't help but think of her with newfound admiration and respect.

And then a slight tilt of his head in thought.]

I suppose we would also need to go boxes. Do you intend to sell any food as takeout or would it just be the drinks?

Oh...

[Her eyes go wide.]

I didn't think of that. It was never something I did back at Seventh Heaven, but...

[She spins around on her heel, hiding her face from him as she runs her fingers shyly over the counter.]

You think my cooking would be enough for people to want to take home...? I could do it. Bigger meals and things, even, if you think...

[...Cute.

He slowly walks over, a light grin playing at his lips.]

Of course. You won me over with your cooking didn't you?

[A light tease as he continues.]

Hmmm, on second thought maybe you shouldn't.

[And he stops right next to her, and hand against the counter as he leans towards her.]

I should keep that privilege.

[Can't let anyone else fall in love with her through her cooking!!

No, he's kidding, he's not that selfish.]

[She did, didn't she?

As he crowds her against the counter, Tifa can't help but smile, and she presses a hand to his chest, playfully trying to keep him from coming any closer. Of course, she won't win if he does.]

It was my homemade tomato soup, wasn't it?

[It feels like so long ago that she had gone knocking on his door with it, but that was also the same day that she had felt the very first hints of attraction towards him. The day she realized just how handsome he is and what that meant for her... And although the circumstances and reasons behind why she brought him that soup were not ideal, it's still an important memory for her.]

Worried that someone else might fall in love with me, too?

[He doesn't push in further...yet.]

Tomato soup in Avalon. A stir fry here.

[He of course remembers each vividly. The soup was for when he had been injured and they were still getting to know each other, yet she still made it with sincerity. The stir fry he counts as it happened before he had his memories... And it was that same night he realized his feelings for her. The sweetness of the flowers that had been inadvertently added he also now knows had been her own feelings for him at the time.

He lifts a hand to take some loose strands of her hand, threading it between his fingertips before lifting it to his lips, his eyes never leaving hers.]

But people are already doing that... I just don't need to give them anymore things of mine to covet.

[The gesture sends her blood rushing right up into her cheeks and even then, she can't steal her eyes away from him.

She remembers the stir fry she had made for him, too—the very first meal she ever cooked for him, and how she had no idea back then why her flowers had made it into the dish. Tifa had been foolishly oblivious at that point to her own feelings, but the world hadn't, and it was like it was trying to tell him the things that she couldn't. In some ways, she's glad now that it did, and the memory attracts a fond laugh from her.]

Well, you could always send a message. Make sure people know what's yours...

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