[Still a bit early, but it's already pretty packed—busier and much louder than the taverns she's visited on Elah, which aren't many, so maybe she's just visiting the wrong ones. Tifa looks around, trying to get a feel for their competition and the clientele, but it's hard to gauge with so many different looking people, some a little rougher around the edges and some that look... well, just like her. Fellow Paladins, maybe?
She sticks close to Eustace regardless, folding herself right at his side as they maneuver through to a table at the back, and as soon as she sits down, someone comes by to take their order, asking if they want anything to drink in the meantime.
She asks for their current grog specialty, and slaps down enough coins on the table for herself and whatever Eustace is having.]
My treat, [she tells him with a smile.] For picking up the ingredients.
[She still intends to pay him back anyway, but this is a good start.]
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She sticks close to Eustace regardless, folding herself right at his side as they maneuver through to a table at the back, and as soon as she sits down, someone comes by to take their order, asking if they want anything to drink in the meantime.
She asks for their current grog specialty, and slaps down enough coins on the table for herself and whatever Eustace is having.]
My treat, [she tells him with a smile.] For picking up the ingredients.
[She still intends to pay him back anyway, but this is a good start.]