[She thinks, at first, that Cloud is at the very least going to attempt to roll up the ingredients she's slid over to him, but then... BUT THEN...! Tifa watches this all happen in stifled horror, hidden beneath a crooked and sheepish smile, as her culinary life flashes before her eyes.]
Cloud... [she mutters under a breath. And when he slides the messy plate with its pile of rice, fish, and seaweed across to Ren, Tifa's laugh is as awkward as ever.]
Ah... Here's your Sushi No-Preference...!
[Might as well roll (no pun intended) with it!
She gives Ren a pleading look as if to silently tell him to say at least one good thing about it, even if it isn't the kind of sushi he was expecting. Cloud is trying (he is, right?) and she doesn't want one experience to turn him off of the idea of running the stand permanently.]
LMFAO ADI i'm crying
Cloud... [she mutters under a breath. And when he slides the messy plate with its pile of rice, fish, and seaweed across to Ren, Tifa's laugh is as awkward as ever.]
Ah... Here's your Sushi No-Preference...!
[Might as well roll (no pun intended) with it!
She gives Ren a pleading look as if to silently tell him to say at least one good thing about it, even if it isn't the kind of sushi he was expecting. Cloud is trying (he is, right?) and she doesn't want one experience to turn him off of the idea of running the stand permanently.]