[Tifa makes her point succinctly and quite clear. Not even a full beat passes before Aerith grins knowingly. It's a comforting notion, that Tifa doesn't even need to hesitate to make such an offer. Whether it's Aerith's own charms or if that's just an earnest appreciation of her something bizarre habits, she's moved by the notion. But maybe she'd be that way with anyone who accepted her so readily.

Aerith prefers to think of Tifa as quite special and unique, however.

She doesn't take any convincing at all to join back en route to the modest guest room. It's apparent by its size that it's not the master at all, but it has its own equally modest bathroom. It's comfortable and cosy, with plenty of room for some welcoming decoration. On top of whatever a guest might want to bring.]

I don't mind that at all. This is starting to sound like a slumber party. I always wanted to do that when I was little. It's never too late to start, right?

[She and Tifa aren't children any longer, but sometimes based on their behaviour, that might not always be apparent. Both of them have been without experiences that they otherwise might have been able to have and hold. Neither can say their childhoods were particularly... normal.]

What kinds of movies were you thinking?