Uh... No, it's fine.

[Beneath the table, her fingers idly graze over her hand, where there's still a bit of a buzz underneath her skin. This wine... She should probably stop drinking it. Tifa laughs again.]

Just a little unexpected was all. I didn't think we were still trying.

[To you know, play that little game of feelings chicken with each other, but speaking it out loud will speak into too far into existence for her tastes right now. So, she'll just go back to poking absentmindedly at her crème brûlée.]

Looks like we got more evidence than we needed, so I'd say that's a win.