For Tifa, it's the opposite. The slums never provided her with such luxury items. The kinds of things on display in the window remind her of what one might find topside in the shopping districts. Places only the wealthiest would go. That isn't to say she hasn't thought about it, but money was always too tight for her to ever go through with making the trip, so all she could do was dream, and settle for what she could find at home.
Not that she minded, of course. She adapted quickly to a modest lifestyle... but seeing all of this makes her dream all the more.]
Come on.
[And inside they go, the bell on the door announcing their entrance with a pleasant chime. They're immediately hit with the smell of something sweet, a mixture of cookies and cinnamon, to match the warm light that filters in through the windows. It's exactly how she imagined a small shop would be, and her excitement bubbles up in a laugh as she lets her arm slide out from Mitsuru's, freeing the both of them to take a look around.
Tifa is immediately drawn to the kitchenware, searching for any and all kinds of utensils, but is mildly confused when she comes across some gadgets she's never seen before.
She picks up a cannister and shows it off to Mitsuru.]
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[Tifa looks aside to Mitsuru, her smile warm.
For Tifa, it's the opposite. The slums never provided her with such luxury items. The kinds of things on display in the window remind her of what one might find topside in the shopping districts. Places only the wealthiest would go. That isn't to say she hasn't thought about it, but money was always too tight for her to ever go through with making the trip, so all she could do was dream, and settle for what she could find at home.
Not that she minded, of course. She adapted quickly to a modest lifestyle... but seeing all of this makes her dream all the more.]
Come on.
[And inside they go, the bell on the door announcing their entrance with a pleasant chime. They're immediately hit with the smell of something sweet, a mixture of cookies and cinnamon, to match the warm light that filters in through the windows. It's exactly how she imagined a small shop would be, and her excitement bubbles up in a laugh as she lets her arm slide out from Mitsuru's, freeing the both of them to take a look around.
Tifa is immediately drawn to the kitchenware, searching for any and all kinds of utensils, but is mildly confused when she comes across some gadgets she's never seen before.
She picks up a cannister and shows it off to Mitsuru.]
Nitro whip...?