["That is a beer," the bartender points out before wandering away, not giving her so much as a second thought. She may have caught him rolling her eyes—ugh, another tourist who doesn't understand—but she ignores it, not wanting any conflict.

She sighs.]

Unless all the food here's like this... [Which she suspects it very well could be at this rate.] Well, bottoms up, I guess...?

[Tifa offers Mitsuru a sheepish smile and... well, she isn't really sure how to eat this?? She picks up her fork, pokes at the cloud again, and then scoops some of it up to take a bite. She's silent while she chews, and her expression twists further with doubt.]

It's sweet... [And she isn't sure how she feels about it. It's very jarring when you are expecting one thing and get a mouthful of the complete opposite.] You know, this looks and tastes like the stuff they give out to kids...