[Seeing Aerith pause and the way her brows furrow, she wonders if she overstepped. Or if she should have asked a different question... but Aerith answers, and Tifa probably shouldn't be laughing about it... alas, here she is, a small giggle echoing into her cup when she feels a heat rise in her cheeks. Could be from the steam of the cocoa, or...]

That's how it goes, isn't it...

[Briefly, she also wonders if this is just a symptom of being in a place like this. Where things just happen.]

One second, you aren't and the next, you are, and neither of you really know how it happened or when.

[Why is she being so cryptic? This is dumb, but finding the words to bring it up is still proving more difficult than she planned. Tifa wants to tell Aerith, and wants to share some good news with her after that...]

We can't help it, I guess. You find someone you click with and it all just falls into place.