[...What is Tifa's middle name? Aerith realises she's never asked. But maybe she doesn't have one. Not everyone does, after all. It's not like she has one either. She's a little more amused by the notion that she probably should be, but that's Aerith in a nutshell.

Aerith has no issues accepting tea from the woman who could be the one fulfilling her dreams of owning a small, happy home. In fact, she carries it with her with a great deal of care as she wanders a few of the rooms to admire the lay out. It's not taking her long to imagine where she can put things. How she wants to design and decorate. Aerith is no grand decorator either and just one look at her apartment spells that out plainly because it's basically drowning in plants.

For just some moments, she spends her time in the sitting room before she scopes out the very modest bathroom. It isn't particularly fancy, but it is cosy and that's what really matters. A simple bathtub slash shower combination and pretty mirror and counter. Aerith finds her way to a bedroom, which she assumes is the 'master' bedroom. She could use the other room as a guest room...

It's easy to imagine herself creating something of a life for herself here. For just a moment, she remembers Sephiroth asking her about that. If that had been her plan. She's sobered by that thought, but then Tifa finds her and pulls her right out of those thoughts. She turns to her friend, all smiles.]

I feel the same way. It's so comfortable and welcoming. You know, there's two rooms here, Tifa. You could come stay with me whenever you wanted.