[Voice]

[therightcurves]

I'm selling my tavern. The Seventh Heaven wasn't really mine to begin with but now it's just a pain to keep up.

If you're interested, come find me. Maybe we can make a deal.

Sorry, Wolf. Looks like I won't be needing a cook after all.

Comments

[whitelotustea]

It seems that I failed to keep my promise of visiting your place of business. I apologize.

I would purchase it myself if I had the means, but at the same time, a tea shop is surprisingly time consuming. If you still feel the need to work, you can always be a part of the Golden Turtle.

[therightcurves]

You didn't miss much. Thanks anyway.

[whitelotustea]

Might I extend the invitation to come at any time?

[therightcurves]

...maybe I'll stop by later.

[7thheavensmile]

Seventh Heaven, huh?

[Voice]

[therightcurves]

...Tifa?

[Voice]

[7thheavensmile]

That's me. Do I know you?

[Voice]

[therightcurves]

You don't remember? It's me, Megara. You were here before. I worked for you.

[Voice]

[throwtheroses]

Awwoo, sorry to hear that you couldn't keep up with the place. I guess things like that sort of happen though.

[Voice]

[therightcurves]

Yeah...

[Voice]

[throwtheroses]

Well, if it's any consolation I still wouldn't mind hanging out with you somewhere if you'd like.

[Voice]

[therightcurves]

[a dry humorless chuckle] Thanks but I'm really not the best company right now.

[Voice]

[shout_geronimo]

Why are you selling? [his tone is curious, but there's an underlying note of concern in his voice]

[Voice]

[therightcurves]

Turns out I'm not cut out for running a bar. Too much commitment.

[Voice]

[shout_geronimo]

What are you cut out for, if I may ask? [Oh, he smells issues, but he's not going to pry. Yet.]

[Voice]

[therightcurves]

Not talking about myself. Happens to be a favorite hobby of mine.