[She didn't like the idea of having to drink through a stick of lip balm, but the idea of someone else paying for her "beer" is one she likes even less. She's grateful, no doubt, but she isn't going to let him walk away without a word. So Eustace will barely make it out the door before Tifa is right on his tail (no pun intended), chasing and calling after him.]
Hang on...!
[She jogs until she's able to step around in front of him, smiling in spite of herself.]
You really didn't have to do that, you know. Could've paid for it myself.
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Hang on...!
[She jogs until she's able to step around in front of him, smiling in spite of herself.]
You really didn't have to do that, you know. Could've paid for it myself.