Tifa was cooking - something that she enjoyed, especially since she had gotten used to Lindblum cuisine. Which was why she was currently chopping up strong-smelling Gysahl pickles. The whole kitchen smelt of them.
She turned as Firion spoke, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Firion? Sure. What is it?"
He looked rather nervous, she thought. Truthfully, Tifa was rather embarrassed that Firion had been in the house when she and Cloud had argued. She didn't know him as well as she would like - he stuck to Cloud like glue, and no wonder, poor man, when it seemed as though Cloud was the only soul he knew in Gaia.
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Date: 2010-03-09 03:29 pm (UTC)She turned as Firion spoke, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Firion? Sure. What is it?"
He looked rather nervous, she thought. Truthfully, Tifa was rather embarrassed that Firion had been in the house when she and Cloud had argued. She didn't know him as well as she would like - he stuck to Cloud like glue, and no wonder, poor man, when it seemed as though Cloud was the only soul he knew in Gaia.