[Despite the tension still riding on her shoulders, there's a warmth that simmers into a smile. It's small, but it's there. She may not want to know too much about the future but knowing that there are more of them—more friends that they meet along the way—is comforting. Knowing, too, that they still speak to each other and are still friends even after all is said and done even more so.]
I'm sure I heckle you a lot for not coming to visit more. Or Yuffie.
[Sounds like something she or Yuffie would do.
As she now idly picks at the candy, taking one and popping it into her mouth, only to make a face at the taste. Oh, that's not as good as she thought it would be—]
You could always come visit the bar now.
[That's her way of saying that she would like to get to know her future comrade better. She really is trying to do so with a lot of people...]
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I'm sure I heckle you a lot for not coming to visit more. Or Yuffie.
[Sounds like something she or Yuffie would do.
As she now idly picks at the candy, taking one and popping it into her mouth, only to make a face at the taste. Oh, that's not as good as she thought it would be—]
You could always come visit the bar now.
[That's her way of saying that she would like to get to know her future comrade better. She really is trying to do so with a lot of people...]