[ She smiles at the answer, but it deepens into something warmer when Tifa begins to explain, to talk about the people who made the memory of the food so much better. Aerith nods, understanding, and quietly grateful that the other had felt comfortable sharing a bit more personal like that. ]

That sounds really tasty. With a homemade burger, a drink from the bar, and good company? You can't go wrong!

[ Man. She wishes they could do all that right now... ]

Do you want any sides with that? [ Aerith asks, still grinning even as she tackles some of the last of the grime. ] Fries? Salad?