[Cloud pauses for a moment, then nods in response to Tifa.]
...Yeah.
[It's a bit later when Aerith finally arrives, basket in hand, in high spirits as usual. He looks up at her as she approaches, frowning. She knows the answer to her own question, jeez. He gets the point.]
[He watches the basket be deposited onto the blanket and he just kinda stares at it. Well. She did it. Not that he didn't think she couldn't, but it was weird to not have helped her in some way, or to know that Tifa did. He grunts in response and turns a look up at her that's like a soft kind of disgruntled; he's not upset with her or anything, just at this whole sit-and-do-nothing thing.]
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...Yeah.
[It's a bit later when Aerith finally arrives, basket in hand, in high spirits as usual. He looks up at her as she approaches, frowning. She knows the answer to her own question, jeez. He gets the point.]
[He watches the basket be deposited onto the blanket and he just kinda stares at it. Well. She did it. Not that he didn't think she couldn't, but it was weird to not have helped her in some way, or to know that Tifa did. He grunts in response and turns a look up at her that's like a soft kind of disgruntled; he's not upset with her or anything, just at this whole sit-and-do-nothing thing.]