[He allows it with a quiet little sigh of relief.]
You never could.
[He'll always welcome her, no matter what.
He drops his hand after a moment to do what he was going to do - fetch plates and forks. That much of the bar supplies came along with the bar itself, at least. The best he can do for a knife to cut the cake with is a butter knife, but it's good enough to work with. He cuts her a slice first, then himself. He sits back down, fork in hand, but he doesn't try it just yet.]
This was the cake my mom always made for my birthdays back then. Brought it to a gathering once or twice, too, but the village didn't invite us to many of those.
[This, at least, isn't particularly melancholy. Just recalling.]
So it was really just for us. And we were okay with that. Though I did bring Tifa a slice or two on the DL.
[He takes a forkful of cake and eats it slowly, eyes closing. He doesn't open them again until a long moment after he's swallowed it, and then he gives the cake a little nod.]
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You never could.
[He'll always welcome her, no matter what.
He drops his hand after a moment to do what he was going to do - fetch plates and forks. That much of the bar supplies came along with the bar itself, at least. The best he can do for a knife to cut the cake with is a butter knife, but it's good enough to work with. He cuts her a slice first, then himself. He sits back down, fork in hand, but he doesn't try it just yet.]
This was the cake my mom always made for my birthdays back then. Brought it to a gathering once or twice, too, but the village didn't invite us to many of those.
[This, at least, isn't particularly melancholy. Just recalling.]
So it was really just for us. And we were okay with that. Though I did bring Tifa a slice or two on the DL.
[He takes a forkful of cake and eats it slowly, eyes closing. He doesn't open them again until a long moment after he's swallowed it, and then he gives the cake a little nod.]
Yeah. It's just right.
[Then he looks at Aerith.]
Your turn.