Yeah, there it is - whatever she wanted to talk about, she hasn't forgotten about it and she's not gonna let him forget either. Which is nothing new, but of all the people in any world that he wouldn't want to burden with more worry and knowledge of horrors he can still only half-recall, Tifa's at the top of that list. She has enough to worry about. Besides...he's not sure he could handle seeing her pity him.

For now, he hums a thoughtful affirmative. "She does, I think. There were even more flowers blooming when she first got here. She's starting a new garden here, too." Then again, she did say she felt anxious about being under the open sky when they first left Midgar...but maybe she's gotten used to it after being here for a little while. He hopes so. If not...well, maybe he has more than one thing to show her about the mountains, whenever they have the chance to go now that mountains exist here.

Once inside, they're greeted by the smell of fresh coffee and the sounds of low chatter and music playing in the background. He likes this place. He orders a coffee for himself - milk and spices, no sugar, just like his mom used to drink - and then once Tifa's done ordering hers, he finds a small, out-of-the-way table in a corner where they're unlikely to be disturbed. He realizes too late that he hasn't yet explained why there's no currency here...oops.