[Aerith is obsessive, trying to do everything she can to make the platter look as nice as she can possibly make it. Culinary art is definitely not her field of expertise and honestly, everything she touches just looks... pretty unexciting, but given that they're going to be eating it, maybe that's all that really matters.
When she hears the front door open and the steps that come in afterwards, she pokes her head around the corner with a grin.]
Oh, no. You look cold.
[It seems like a silly statement to make, but being inside with a fire that's going makes the outside world seem like an entirely distant one. She's sure it'd be different if she'd spent all day at the flower shop and just trekked home herself.
She perks right up at Tifa's offer.]
Hot chocolate sounds great! I can help. Probably. Maybe.
[If it's something that anyone should trust Aerith with.]
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When she hears the front door open and the steps that come in afterwards, she pokes her head around the corner with a grin.]
Oh, no. You look cold.
[It seems like a silly statement to make, but being inside with a fire that's going makes the outside world seem like an entirely distant one. She's sure it'd be different if she'd spent all day at the flower shop and just trekked home herself.
She perks right up at Tifa's offer.]
Hot chocolate sounds great! I can help. Probably. Maybe.
[If it's something that anyone should trust Aerith with.]