[Tifa's expression hardens ever so slightly, sternness wrinkling her brow, when Yuffie demands a drink. This may be serving as a hideout, but she's still a respectable bar that has a reputation she'd like to uphold. There are standards, and she isn't about to go breaking them just because Yuffie is a friend. Pretty sure she's a little too young to be drinking alcohol, and Barret is right — any drink would have her flat on her ass.]
Alright.
[She turns to grab a glass, drops some ice cubes in, picks out a tall bottle filled with clear liquid that she shakes a few times before filling the cup almost to its brim. It fizzes a little, with bubbles floating from the bottom up and crackling the ice.]
I don't know about it knocking you on your ass, but here you go. Drink up.
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Alright.
[She turns to grab a glass, drops some ice cubes in, picks out a tall bottle filled with clear liquid that she shakes a few times before filling the cup almost to its brim. It fizzes a little, with bubbles floating from the bottom up and crackling the ice.]
I don't know about it knocking you on your ass, but here you go. Drink up.
[It's carbonated water.]