[It looks between all three adults surrounding them, and the father gives it a soft, slightly disapproving whinny before Tifa runs off to one of the Conservatory helpers. She chats them up, accepts a small container of something, and splashes her way back, slogging her legs through the water at a half-run.

The baby looks up at whatever she has with curiosity, and its nose is already twitching like it knows what's inside.]

There's some mash in here that they said to feed it. Just some vegetables and a little bit of fish mixed in.

[And she'll just hand it to Cloud.]

You should give it a try.