[She hesitates, holding him still a little longer before she concedes with a defeated nod. Tifa typically wouldn't hear another word and would usher him off to bed immediately, but... there's something about the way he looks down at her that makes her want to keep him right there. The dishes could wait, but she wouldn't be able to rest soundly knowing that there would be work for her to do in the morning.]

Fine. But we're going as soon as we're done. ... I just wish you'd stop overworking yourself so much.

[Which won't take too long, thankfully. They make a good team, even in the kitchen, that they make quick work of the cleaning so that by the end of it, it's as if they hadn't been cooking or eating in there at all. The second they finish, she'll close the gap between them again, a heavy smile crossing over her face.]

You don't need me to carry you to bed, do you? I will if I have to.