[Tifa considers his many, many options for a moment, and she disappears behind the counter while she rummages through the wide variety of sauces this world has provided her with, the only indication of activity being the clinking of glass bottles. When she rises again, her hands are full with a different bottle held between each finger.]

What do we do when the chef can't pick?

[He gets to try all of them!

She makes quick work of slapping different cuts of beef onto the grill, and the pieces sizzle happily when she drizzles the different sauces on, while the powerful scent of cooking meat fills the stall again.]

Sorry I dragged you all the way back here. You looked like you were heading somewhere.