[So, it wasn't actually a dig at Tifa and Cloud's efforts to diversify, but she hadn't seen the message at Heavenly Blanc. She'd caught the smell of cooking meat and seen a flier shortly after getting shunted out of the bathhouse for bringing a fish in and watching it dissolve.]

Fiiiine, kick me out. but I see your game...

[She'd learned something, though. Or more confirmed something. When the smell hit her nose, her mouth watered and she scrawled the observation on the back of the flier, between the musical notes that had just randomly appeared, and made her way over. Ok, she was starving. Coming over to the stall, she raised an eyebrow.]

So you were serious bout the second job, eh? Dare I ask what meat we're using for the barbeque?