[She really shouldn't leave him there, and she even pauses on the way out the door before rushing out of the room, not bothering to change or throw on a sweater or robe. She'll be fine. It's warm in here, or maybe that's just her...? (It's actually a little chilly.)
Clover's breakfast is easy enough—a spoonful of leftover soup broth from the night before that she seems to enjoy, immediately lapping it up as fast as she can as soon as Tifa sets the bowl down. She'll have to pick up some proper cat food on the way to Aerith's, or in the morning, depending on how things go today. Either way, Clover will be easy to please at least, so she doesn't have to worry too much about that now.
Before Eustace even steps foot into the kitchen, the entire inn room will be filled with the smell of eggs and bacon, and with it, the sound of it all sizzling on the pan. She'll be busy at work at the stove, making sure not to let any of it burn, while trying to keep Clover at bay, but when she hears his footsteps coming, she only half-turns to glance over her shoulder, the awkwardness still lingering.]
Have a seat. It's almost ready.
[The faster, the better.
Although, belatedly, she realizes what this looks like, and wonders what Clover must be thinking right now, or if it's registered at all with either of them the same way that it did for her. Tifa, making breakfast so early in the morning while Eustace sleepily stumbles into the kitchen... Coffee brewing, fresh squeeze juice ready...
Ah.
This whole image is something straight out of a family television commercial.]
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Clover's breakfast is easy enough—a spoonful of leftover soup broth from the night before that she seems to enjoy, immediately lapping it up as fast as she can as soon as Tifa sets the bowl down. She'll have to pick up some proper cat food on the way to Aerith's, or in the morning, depending on how things go today. Either way, Clover will be easy to please at least, so she doesn't have to worry too much about that now.
Before Eustace even steps foot into the kitchen, the entire inn room will be filled with the smell of eggs and bacon, and with it, the sound of it all sizzling on the pan. She'll be busy at work at the stove, making sure not to let any of it burn, while trying to keep Clover at bay, but when she hears his footsteps coming, she only half-turns to glance over her shoulder, the awkwardness still lingering.]
Have a seat. It's almost ready.
[The faster, the better.
Although, belatedly, she realizes what this looks like, and wonders what Clover must be thinking right now, or if it's registered at all with either of them the same way that it did for her. Tifa, making breakfast so early in the morning while Eustace sleepily stumbles into the kitchen... Coffee brewing, fresh squeeze juice ready...
Ah.
This whole image is something straight out of a family television commercial.]