[Cold would be an understatement, but... Tifa's managed. It just took a lot of bundling up to keep herself warm during the trek, and after having spent some time outside wandering through the tunnels to find anyone who might have been stranded, it was about time she sent herself home.

But when Aerith makes the offer, she's rigorously shaking her head.]

No, you went through the trouble of getting all the food. Let me do something, too. Besides, it might help to warm up in front of the stove for a while first.

[She doesn't mind standing over a pot of steaming cocoa though. And she's already getting it all ready, with the milk and the chocolate, flicking on the stovetop. Her stomach's grumbling for that platter so she'll easily make quick work of it.]

It won't take long. ... Maybe poke the fire a bit if you can?