[Just as she figured—he's going to get up and help anyway, even if she has everything under control. She's not going to argue, of course, because she would do the same thing, so rather than scold him for getting his own water, she silently sets the bowl on the table for him.

It's true, she really didn't have to go through that trouble, or any at all. She could have just brought a few cans, popped them open, and called it a day, but that isn't how Tifa Lockhart operates.]

I don't mind. It was kinda fun. Been a while since I've been able to make anything from scratch.

[Now that she's pocketed some gold of her own, she can finally start doing what she loves again. Taking care of people.

She'll wait until he's seated before she claims the chair across from him.]

It's probably still a bit hot, so just give it a blow before taking a bite.