[Through her own bite of the steak that she happily stole from his plate, Tifa arches her brows.]
... Covered what?
[The dessert? No way it would be the wine, if the manager insisted so much that they allow them to at least cover that in return for all the trouble of their last visit.]
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... Covered what?
[The dessert? No way it would be the wine, if the manager insisted so much that they allow them to at least cover that in return for all the trouble of their last visit.]
You didn't make it all special, did you?
[Please... not after what happened last time...]