Her lips form into a delicate pout, her arms crossing in front of her chest. "This is what I get for coming all this way to see you?" Tifa knew better than most that Yuffie's cooking skills were shaky at best. Should could catch anything but her idea of cooking was just before burnt. It was eatable and Yuffie got used to and at times liked the chard taste but Tifa's cooking was far better.

"How about you make me dinner!"