[ Despite her past life as a bartender, Tifa wouldn't call herself a big drinker. If she's having a late night with friends, that's one thing, but it's rare for her to insist she needs a drink, or to drink alone.

This is the exception that proves the rule, as she nurses a mug of ale outside the Drunken Lamb. An entire day has gone by now, with still no sign that this "dream" is going to end. Because it isn't a dream at all, but it also doesn't feel like it could actually be happening to her.

Which is an odd situation to be in, and entirely different from what she experienced when she fell (was pushed) into the Lifestream.

She's jarred from her thoughts when someone comes to join her, and automatically scoots over, understanding that seating is limited here. But then the small bouquet is extended to her, causing her to blink a few times as she processes what's happening. ]

... Oh. [ Carefully, she reaches out to take the bouquet, handling the flowers like the precious things that they are. ] That's very sweet of him. I'm not sure if his life was actually in danger, but... [ It wouldn't have been good either way, if all of that packed straw had fallen on his head.

And then, before she's even processed that, she's given another gift. Tifa's eyes widen at the cloak that's now in her lap before she snaps her gaze back toward this unknown woman. ]

I'm, umm, not sure I can accept this. I don't exactly have anything to barter with, unless you have some chores I could do for you...?

[ She's babbling a little, overwhelmed by the unprompted kindness. ]