[Soon enough, the burger patties become second nature to her while they talk, with their collection slowly growing. They'll have enough to feed half the slums at the rate they're going, which probably wouldn't be a terrible thing.]
I hardly ever get the time to visit anywhere else, let alone leave the bar.
[She has no problem with that, of course. Tifa loves being here and loves what she does, so pouring all of her energy into keeping this place running is important to her. She would, however, still love to get out there and see more of the slums beyond Sector Seven.]
Only been there once or twice before to pick up supplies. Sector Five doesn't seem like such a bad place. [She sets down another patty with a fond laugh.] It's interesting... how each Sector is so different. Topside is all the same, but the ground floor's got so much personality, y'know?
[Hey, nothing not to love about leftovers— but given the people involved, it's more likely they'll make sure any extra food goes into mouths that could use it. It's one of the things he actually likes about living in the slums, despite the fact that he's never really known anything else— people rally to help one another, to offer each other small kindnesses where they can. They're a community, one he's grown attached to over the years.
He shoots her another smile as they work their way towards the bottom of the bowl, giving a nod of concession.]
Guess you're right about that. All the more reason to let some of us help around here a little more often, right?
[And not just him, regardless of the on-the-fly interview. He knows Tifa has this place well in hand, but he hopes she knows that she can ask for help if she needs it.]
But I've thought the same thing— about every Sector having its own sort of flavor to it. It all comes down to the people who live there, doesn't it? Everyone puts everything they have into making the slums livable, into making it home, and it shows. We've got quite a variety here on the ground floor.
[Tifa wouldn't have it any other way. Nibelheim will forever be her hometown, and even after it's long gone, she still holds it and the memories from there dear to her heart, but it was the people of Sector Seven that helped her get back on her feet. AVALANCHE—no, Biggs, Wedge, Jessie, and Barret were the ones who had her back and were her very first loyal customers to Seventh Heaven.
It feels like so long ago, but she remembers those days like they were yesterday.
She reaches the bottom of the bowl, preparing one last patty and slapping it down with the rest, and she claps her sticky hands together as if to shake off the meat. It does nothing of course, but habits and all.]
Alright! I think we're ready to fire up the grill. Now you can really show me what you're made of!
[Between the two of them, they'd made pretty quick work of that bowl. He grins before gesturing towards the sink, offering her the opportunity to wash her hands first, even as he flicks a tiny bit of excess off his own hands and into the bowl.]
Trial by fire, huh?
[As Dad Jokes go, it's not the worst, but still not great.]
By all means. I'll aim to impress! Promise I know how to work it and everything.
[That is a pretty awful dad joke—definitely not his best—but it still draws a laugh out of her as she sticks her hands under the running water in the sink, pumping her hands full of soap to get her fingers squeaky clean again.]
I'm gonna hold you to that.
[She flicks a little bit of water at him, not aiming for his face, but playfully at his belly.]
Last time I let Wedge work the thing, pretty sure he would've burned down my patio if I hadn't gone out there in time.
[Bless his soul... He just wanted to help, but sometimes, he does it in the most dangerous ways possible.]
[He laughs a little, throwing an arm up as if to defend himself from incoming fire, letting the water hit the front of his shirt and temporarily stain it darker. Once she's done, he takes his own turn at the sink, taking care to soap well past his wrists to be safe. Never can be too careful with food preparation, especially with raw meat.]
Poor guy. He does his best— just wants to help out, but sometimes he's a little too eager for his own good.
[The team wouldn't be the same without him, though. Biggs can't imagine AVALANCHE without him.]
Maybe next time you can put him on dishes. Lets him help out and keeps your hands free for awhile.
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I hardly ever get the time to visit anywhere else, let alone leave the bar.
[She has no problem with that, of course. Tifa loves being here and loves what she does, so pouring all of her energy into keeping this place running is important to her. She would, however, still love to get out there and see more of the slums beyond Sector Seven.]
Only been there once or twice before to pick up supplies. Sector Five doesn't seem like such a bad place. [She sets down another patty with a fond laugh.] It's interesting... how each Sector is so different. Topside is all the same, but the ground floor's got so much personality, y'know?
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He shoots her another smile as they work their way towards the bottom of the bowl, giving a nod of concession.]
Guess you're right about that. All the more reason to let some of us help around here a little more often, right?
[And not just him, regardless of the on-the-fly interview. He knows Tifa has this place well in hand, but he hopes she knows that she can ask for help if she needs it.]
But I've thought the same thing— about every Sector having its own sort of flavor to it. It all comes down to the people who live there, doesn't it? Everyone puts everything they have into making the slums livable, into making it home, and it shows. We've got quite a variety here on the ground floor.
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[Tifa wouldn't have it any other way. Nibelheim will forever be her hometown, and even after it's long gone, she still holds it and the memories from there dear to her heart, but it was the people of Sector Seven that helped her get back on her feet. AVALANCHE—no, Biggs, Wedge, Jessie, and Barret were the ones who had her back and were her very first loyal customers to Seventh Heaven.
It feels like so long ago, but she remembers those days like they were yesterday.
She reaches the bottom of the bowl, preparing one last patty and slapping it down with the rest, and she claps her sticky hands together as if to shake off the meat. It does nothing of course, but habits and all.]
Alright! I think we're ready to fire up the grill. Now you can really show me what you're made of!
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Trial by fire, huh?
[As Dad Jokes go, it's not the worst, but still not great.]
By all means. I'll aim to impress! Promise I know how to work it and everything.
[There will be no grill fires in this bar today.]
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I'm gonna hold you to that.
[She flicks a little bit of water at him, not aiming for his face, but playfully at his belly.]
Last time I let Wedge work the thing, pretty sure he would've burned down my patio if I hadn't gone out there in time.
[Bless his soul... He just wanted to help, but sometimes, he does it in the most dangerous ways possible.]
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Poor guy. He does his best— just wants to help out, but sometimes he's a little too eager for his own good.
[The team wouldn't be the same without him, though. Biggs can't imagine AVALANCHE without him.]
Maybe next time you can put him on dishes. Lets him help out and keeps your hands free for awhile.