[She took the offering and put it on the altar, lighting the fire with a spark from the rock while she clapped her hands and bowed her head for a moment. It didn't last for very long, and when she was done, she sighed and smiled up at Tifa before looking down at the paper burning before poking it with a stick.]
you're supposed to be burning that up, you realize that, don't you?
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you're supposed to be burning that up, you realize that, don't you?
[If only a flame could have a sweatdrop...]