[It helps that Tifa makes a mean plate of eggs, her omelettes being a favourite among both regulars and new customers alike back at Seventh Heaven, but she still swells with pride when he compliments her anyway. She feels oddly pleased with herself, and her lips pull upwards into a smile around her cheeks puffing out while she chews her food.
And it widens a little more when he passes the news to Clover, and when the kitten trots over, she gives her a scratch behind the ears before moving her hand between her nose and the edge of the plate. No, she can't have any. Can kittens even eat eggs? She isn't sure, but without knowing, she isn't about to find out.]
Has she? That's good news. I guess all it took was a comfortable night's sleep.
[Even as she tries to gingerly shoo her away?
But as she says it, she hardly realizes that she's casting Eustace a timid but pointed look across the table, Clover's sad mewl turning to a quiet echo in her head.]
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And it widens a little more when he passes the news to Clover, and when the kitten trots over, she gives her a scratch behind the ears before moving her hand between her nose and the edge of the plate. No, she can't have any. Can kittens even eat eggs? She isn't sure, but without knowing, she isn't about to find out.]
Has she? That's good news. I guess all it took was a comfortable night's sleep.
[Even as she tries to gingerly shoo her away?
But as she says it, she hardly realizes that she's casting Eustace a timid but pointed look across the table, Clover's sad mewl turning to a quiet echo in her head.]
I'm glad to hear it...