[Tifa's dreamberry clicks on to show her leaning over the oven in the kitchen of the Tavern. Opening the door, she peeks inside and then closes it again, shaking her head.]

Not yet, but almost done. [She turns, picking up her phone and smiling.]So I started making one batch of cookies, and I kind of went overboard. If anyone's in the mood for a ( Read more... )

[As the bar is currently not open, and Tifa is bored out of her skull, she has taken to the field back behind the tavern. Her phone is nestled on a towel laying off the the side, and has clicked on in time to record her small session of training ( Read more... )