[She helps herself, grabbing some cutlery from the very organized drawers in the kitchen and slides back onto her spot on the desk, excited to give it her first taste.

Before she digs in though, she pauses to sift through it with the end of her spoon to see what's in it. Tifa isn't a picky eater by any means, but she is curious, especially to know whether or not this is similar to anything she's ever eaten in Midgar.]

I'm sure we have this somewhere, maybe in Wall Market. Never found the time to get out there to try the food, though.

[Finally, with that said, she takes her first bite. She's silent while she chews, and chews, and chews... and then with brows furrowed, she takes a second. And then a third, saying nothing at all, with a straight look on her face, like she's still trying to decide how she feels.

But she's only teasing and doesn't want to leave Ren in suspense for too long, so after she finishes her third bite, she smiles.]

It's delicious! I didn't know you had such a knack for cooking.