[ She blushes, but it's not embarrassment. It's something...warmer? Happier? It reminds her of when she was a kid, and an adult would invite her to do something she had never done before.

And then she laughs. ] Yeah, Stamp. Marlene -- the little girl who lived sort of with me, anyway, she loves Stamp.

[ It wasn't like Tifa was used to people listening well all the time anyway, and she kind of admired it, when it wasn't causing people problems. She knew she could be too much of a good girl, and she didn't know how to fix it.

That, and her pulse quickens even as she thinks. Someone wanting to follow orders -- at least some of them -- stirred something she had no name for. And she wanted to see where it went. ]

Hmm...what if I had you help us pick matching outfits, and then I can go show you off at House Finch? I've never gotten to take anyone dancing.