[Minus the whole show. Honestly, she can't even express how grateful she is that he isn't someone who enjoys that kind of thing—Tifa never did like being the center of attention either, so big surprises like that in public are not exactly her sort of thing.]
I'll take another look again once we're done.
[Which won't take very long. Tifa's hunger combined with the taste of the food makes quick work of their dinner, so much that there are hardly leftovers remaining on their plates by the end of it. The porkchops were as good as she remembered it being, and the steak was almost too perfect—juicy and just as melt-in-your-mouth delicious as her own choice. Their dinner conversation is just as pleasant as well, in between stealing bites from each other's plates.
She did leave room for dessert of course, so when the servers ask what they would like for dessert, she's already prepared with an answer.]
The brownie, please.
[They know exactly the one, and the waiters smile knowingly at each other as they top up their wine again. A sideways glance at Eustace, and she clarifies.]
... Just the brownie, though. We don't need anything crazy.
[Then, to Eustace:] What do you think? Want anything else? Maybe something for us to take home for later?
[Immediately, she realizes the words she'd just said, and quickly clears her throat. Us, home... Listen to yourself, Tifa.]
no subject
[Minus the whole show. Honestly, she can't even express how grateful she is that he isn't someone who enjoys that kind of thing—Tifa never did like being the center of attention either, so big surprises like that in public are not exactly her sort of thing.]
I'll take another look again once we're done.
[Which won't take very long. Tifa's hunger combined with the taste of the food makes quick work of their dinner, so much that there are hardly leftovers remaining on their plates by the end of it. The porkchops were as good as she remembered it being, and the steak was almost too perfect—juicy and just as melt-in-your-mouth delicious as her own choice. Their dinner conversation is just as pleasant as well, in between stealing bites from each other's plates.
She did leave room for dessert of course, so when the servers ask what they would like for dessert, she's already prepared with an answer.]
The brownie, please.
[They know exactly the one, and the waiters smile knowingly at each other as they top up their wine again. A sideways glance at Eustace, and she clarifies.]
... Just the brownie, though. We don't need anything crazy.
[Then, to Eustace:] What do you think? Want anything else? Maybe something for us to take home for later?
[Immediately, she realizes the words she'd just said, and quickly clears her throat. Us, home... Listen to yourself, Tifa.]
I mean, that we can each take a piece of.